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New hat. Is that a new hat? People kept asking me about the huge purple fluffy at that makes strangers smile at me in the street and little pink girls go pale green with envy. No, it's not, but my wardrobe's big enough now that I have a choice of hats. Is that immoral? Should I dispose of some hats? I should certainly dispose of some clothes. But because I never buy anything unless I really like it, it's always a horrible wrench. My new calendar has fashion illustrations in it, so I'm marking each day with a picture of myself wearing clothes I own. Maybe once I've drawn them, it'll be easier to let them go. Observations so far: I wear too much black.

New game. Visit a small e-commerce site and feed abstract concepts into the keyword search. I followed a banner ad to a place where you can find out how to salvage your toast safely, where their dream is a bulk yoghurt maker and joy is a vibrating knife.

New trousers. I had one of those very detailed dreams this morning where the more you look, the more you see. As I didn't have any trousers on I reached for a pair in the corner of a shadowy room where I'd been looking at high-quality holographic rendidtions of the recent space shuttle launch in the front of a glass cabinet (at first I'd thought it was just crockery!) and as I pulled on what I'd thought were my old (much loved, now very dilapidated) black satin jeans, I noticed that instead they were blue, and patterned, and realised that what I'd taken in the dim for soft old satin was in fact elaborate, intense process-blue lace, in an abstract yet flowery pattern over a silky undertrouser, and as I put them on (a bit tight but not so you'd worry) I noticed that the hems of the trousers were sewn with little sparkly beads so bright they filled my eyes with golden arcs.

New joy. Matt Brooker's Year 37 photo a day project recovers from christmas hiatus. Some interesting photos, but the joy is really in the captions. "What's that, fingermouse? You've been assimilated by the borg?" (that's Jan 13).

New anxiety. Someone tried to call me three times last night. I wish they'd left a message.


( 5 worms — Feed the birds )
15th Jan, 2003 11:15 (UTC)
I followed a banner ad to a place where you can find out how to salvage your toast safely, where their dream is a bulk yoghurt maker and joy is a vibrating knife.

this makes me immensely happy.
15th Jan, 2003 11:19 (UTC)
unfortunately, redemption is currently unavailable.
15th Jan, 2003 11:55 (UTC)
You know...
We'll need an LJ-ed/webbified pic of said purple hat ... you can't just leave us in suspense!

(hmmm...suspended fashion...but I distract myself)

re: 'little pink girls'

LOL! Yeah, those short, poorly defined pink blobs on the edge of sight with vaguely feminine attributes ... like hair scrunchies and Sanrio bags that flash past ... usually in cringe-inspiring squealy screams.

Damn glad I never had to suffer sisters! :-)

(hmm...another reason I avoid malls)

I suppose it could be worse, with older women aspiring to such prepubescent fashions...

(again, why I avoid bloody malls!)

Right, okay, that's a prejudice, but outside of certain ethnicities and cultural mores, it just doesn't work for most
15th Jan, 2003 14:28 (UTC)
I certainly hit a seam of something there ...
Actually, I meant the very small ones. You know, the sort that are in pushchairs wearing pink fluffy crowns and barbie sweatshirts? It's kind of embarrassing, but my sense of style does seem to appeal to toddlers most of all.

It is not a hat which would appeal to tweenagers.
16th Jan, 2003 09:34 (UTC)
Re: I certainly hit a seam of something there ...
Yup! :-)

It's not that I really mind these youth or their older youthful-aspirants, it's just the out-of-background-norm noise-shock as I try to glide by...


Oh the really really teeny-tiny wee ones - oh that's all right then. ;-p

Honestly though, I don't know why that should bother you ... toddlers are at the very forefront of fashion moulding, and are therefore the most open-minded and receptive to all fashion input. They're probably also the most honest in their reaction (i.e. that lady's cosmetics scare me, I'm crying now!). Taken as a whole, I think that may make them the most fashion aware in society. :-) So if you're getting dribbly thumbs up for your hat & kit, hey, you should take that as a compliment! :-)

Come to think of it, the conventional fashion catwalk is perhaps the scariest thing for small children...even if they're fine with all the noise and lights, here come marching, MARCHING mind you, women who have the coldest faces and stares this side of the Rhine. :-)

( 5 worms — Feed the birds )