posted by
elanya at 11:31am on 28/12/2002
Too much George Macdonald Fraser is affecting my speech patterns. Ahh well.
SHan gave me another one of his books for Christmas, the second in the Flashman series. I only started it last night. Like me, she put him on her 'favourite authors' list when about a quarter of the way through thre first book of his she'd read. The book she gave me, Royal Flash Has been made into a movie starring Malcolm McDowell and Oliver Reed, in about 1975. We want to find it.
So, we hung out with our Dad yesterday, and avoided the body-packed mall like the plague, after seeing the line up of cars trying to get into the parking lot. Instead we went to Frenchy's, where I got a couple of pairs of stretch pants (one brown velvet, one black velvet, and one just grey-brown - they are great for wearing under things), and once again,
longpig's eccentric fashion taste managed to take things which I would not have necessarily considered very promising and toss together some rather spectacualr outfits. I need to have my sister around to dress me at all times. *sigh*.
That isn't being quite fair to myself. I used to completely envy Hazel's way of dressing, but I've develloped more of my own atonomy, and realized that there are things she wears I would just never be able to pull off, or that I just wouldn't wear, regardless of their potential (if pulled off correctly). I certainly do have some outfits which rival hers in eccentricity, and am capable of some seriously whacky dressing, but it is in my own style rather than copying hers. In general, I've realized there is often a huge discrepency between clothes I like, clothes that look good on me, and clothes I'll wear. Fitting all three categories can be relatively difficult, yet somehow I still manage to have a vast over abundance of clothes. I think it is partly because of my habit of dressing in layers... skirts and sapnts under dresses, and so on, especially. I own a lot of clothes that just can't be worn on their own... and I don't individual articles of clothes, like, say, a bra, or a t-shirt. Maybe I should actually say 'things I wouldn't wear on their own'. Like certain skirts of tops or pairs of pants.
There are still things I won which I do wear, but only very rarely. maybe I should weed some of those things out, again. I need to *really* reconsider my wardrobe before I move again. I want to have more of *my* things with me in Waterloo than I did in Sheffield. Partly because I'm going to be living with people that I know, and who have a lot of their things with them. I don't want to have to feel like a permanent guest in my own home, which is what it will be. I don't want to take over, or anything, I just don't want to be the 'invisible roommate'.
I need to figure out how I'm goign to get there, and get my stuff there. I can take the train but zI need to figure some things out. It isn't going to be worth it if I can't take enough baggage. I need to find things to pack my baggage in, too... damnit. I hate this. I whish I could afford to move more reasonably, or even had a reliable friend who could help me out. Alas, well, my friends don't have the time, or the vehicle, or the money, either, damn their black hearts, so I'm probably going to be stuck lugging what I can on train or plane.
I think this entry has probably gone on long enough. I need to find something to do today, since Joel works until 10:30...
SHan gave me another one of his books for Christmas, the second in the Flashman series. I only started it last night. Like me, she put him on her 'favourite authors' list when about a quarter of the way through thre first book of his she'd read. The book she gave me, Royal Flash Has been made into a movie starring Malcolm McDowell and Oliver Reed, in about 1975. We want to find it.
So, we hung out with our Dad yesterday, and avoided the body-packed mall like the plague, after seeing the line up of cars trying to get into the parking lot. Instead we went to Frenchy's, where I got a couple of pairs of stretch pants (one brown velvet, one black velvet, and one just grey-brown - they are great for wearing under things), and once again,
That isn't being quite fair to myself. I used to completely envy Hazel's way of dressing, but I've develloped more of my own atonomy, and realized that there are things she wears I would just never be able to pull off, or that I just wouldn't wear, regardless of their potential (if pulled off correctly). I certainly do have some outfits which rival hers in eccentricity, and am capable of some seriously whacky dressing, but it is in my own style rather than copying hers. In general, I've realized there is often a huge discrepency between clothes I like, clothes that look good on me, and clothes I'll wear. Fitting all three categories can be relatively difficult, yet somehow I still manage to have a vast over abundance of clothes. I think it is partly because of my habit of dressing in layers... skirts and sapnts under dresses, and so on, especially. I own a lot of clothes that just can't be worn on their own... and I don't individual articles of clothes, like, say, a bra, or a t-shirt. Maybe I should actually say 'things I wouldn't wear on their own'. Like certain skirts of tops or pairs of pants.
There are still things I won which I do wear, but only very rarely. maybe I should weed some of those things out, again. I need to *really* reconsider my wardrobe before I move again. I want to have more of *my* things with me in Waterloo than I did in Sheffield. Partly because I'm going to be living with people that I know, and who have a lot of their things with them. I don't want to have to feel like a permanent guest in my own home, which is what it will be. I don't want to take over, or anything, I just don't want to be the 'invisible roommate'.
I need to figure out how I'm goign to get there, and get my stuff there. I can take the train but zI need to figure some things out. It isn't going to be worth it if I can't take enough baggage. I need to find things to pack my baggage in, too... damnit. I hate this. I whish I could afford to move more reasonably, or even had a reliable friend who could help me out. Alas, well, my friends don't have the time, or the vehicle, or the money, either, damn their black hearts, so I'm probably going to be stuck lugging what I can on train or plane.
I think this entry has probably gone on long enough. I need to find something to do today, since Joel works until 10:30...