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Oct 08, 2003 00:00

Yesterday, I guess, I wore a button up collared shirt with a long black cotton skirt that has three tiers. This type of skirt my mother would never buy for me because it is of the not so clean cut casual variety. I wear a petticoat/slip underneath it so that there is a little support/shape to it. It looks better that way. My mom saw this outfit last year, and she liked it. so that's that.

Yesterday, when I wore this outfit, I wore tights, but because tights are fragile I wore socks over them as well. The socks are bright colored stripes. I have worn these socks many times. So many times that they have holes where I need material, so I'm not sure why I wore them, but I did. And I felt ridiculously stupid. I felt too old for my socks.

This was a first.

I think that I was just used to being simple and clean (in my slept in hair sort of way) with Banana Republic (geeze louise what a name) button up (open neck) shirts, the same damn pair of jeans or chinos every day, and some sandals or boots. Well, basically, lacking in the sort of variety those socks provide?
Colors come in solid, changes comes in white paint on the jeans I wore while painting apartments.
Changes also come in the stains I keep getting on my clothes from food and drink. My daily water spill has been upgraded to much more. It is so sad. I hate getting stains on my clothes...

Anyway, I guess I just felt a little bit silly. That is not new, but pertaining to colorful socks it sure is!
At the beginning of this post I was a little bit disturbed by this, but now I think that it is probably good. I am getting closer to knowing what I want to be... or at least how I want to look. Style identity crisis has been a really big problem for awhile... It ties into so much about me, I think. I don't know... I am still tired and still unable to really think straight.

It's not like my style has really changed that much through college. It has a little bit, but basically not really. It's not like there was ever any style to speak of. Starting when I cared in middle school I've been drifting towards one thing (slowly) and I'm still doing it. Ahhh... but now I know what I'm drifting to! And I'm not also trying to drift in another direction at the same time! Fantastic...

Poll read?

Oh goodness this post is boring.
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