Today I got handed a skirt by a woman who volunteers with me. She said she couldn't believe that anyone would wear it, let alone pay $60 for it. We had the skirt in our office because we get business attire donated to us for disadvantaged women that are looking for work but don't own anything appropriate for job interviews. The skirt didn't match any kind of business wear Kathy was used to, which is why she threw it at me, snapping, "Keep it." She still insisted the skirt looked "like underwear" because of its gauzy material and baby pink colour. I think it's adorable, so I'm going to wear it when it gets warm enough. I just think it's interesting that something I find attractive can be deemed totally inappropriate by another. She said it was outrageous that people my age would wear that. I'll cut Kathy some slack since she's in her 60s and very conservative, but I think my reaction to the skirt says a lot about me.
Lately I've been obsessed with super-colouful clothing, make-up, accessories, shoes...you name it. Pity that I don't have the Benjamins to show this obsession off much (What's the equivalent of Benjamins?
Monashes or Melbas?), but I've been wearing bright red lipstick every day for the past two months, and that tube was only $4 a pop at ALDI. I also like that my hair is always a bold (frizzy) orange mass that contrasts with my black and blue rectangular glasses.
As you can see, glitter is a huge deal for me right now, too. And florals. Plus the celebrities seemingly off-duty in photographs. I don't know why I love those so much, but I'd rather own a candid of Marilyn Monroe (see above) than a signed campaign she did in the 50s or something similar.
(Lordy lordy lordy all the colours of the rainbowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww in this scrapbook mess of a blog.)
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