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March 2017



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criminal minds reid fashion police

tonight i'm gonna party like it's 1999

As I was just posting over on my twitter account (linked for those of you who don't find this an intimate enough view of the Glamorous Life Of A Writer), tonight's installment of The Glamourous Life Of The Writer involved cleaning out the closets and finding my fall/winter clothes. Also, sewing a button on my favorite cargo shorts so I can have them for Viable Paradise. Anyway, all of my clothes which aren't in a dresser are now in the hall closet--and organized!--and I got rid of a pile of stuff that really does not need to be in my life any more. Including the jeans that are too big, but I have been failing to get rid of because I'm not really in the next size down. But you know, I have two pairs of jeans that fit, currently, and that is enough for the time being.

If I lose another ten pounds, I will have an enormous pile of pants that fit me. It's kind of scary, actually. Well, it would save on shopping.

I'm currently wondering if I can get back into the shape I was in when I was kickboxing, or when I was running. I'd really like to have that agility back, and it would make my joints happy--and help with the whole climbing thing. It may require an awful lot of privation, however, since apparently my post-mono metabolism is only willing to let me lose weight if I get very stern with it about caloric intake. (Also, see above, sneaking up on forty.)

In any case, I found a treasure trove of old clothes (Some of them dating back to high school) several of which were way too wonderful to throw out. Oh, Mao jacket! (Of course, the chances of my ever wearing it again are directly related to the odds of me getting a breast reduction one of these days...) I also found a batwing jacket of Guatemalan striped fabric, and a black ramie patch-pocket single-button blazer (circa 1987) that I feel required by law to keep, in case I ever want to dress up as Rico Tubbs. And a striped blue and gray sweater I have had since I was 12, and still love. (It was huge then, and now it fits perfectly. It was the 80's. Sweaters you could swim in! You remember!)

Yes, that sweater is older than several of my good friends.

Alas, the gray fishtail skirt went, because an honest appraisal indicates that if I were ever small enough to wear it without looking like a sausage about to split its casing, the skirt would be too big. But I did find some other awesome things I had totally forgotten I owned--a denim blazer that must date from the late 70's (I bet I inherited it from my mom; it looks like her taste). And a skirt and jacket that is so 80's I could die--it's dark blue denim with pale blue roses screen printed on it. I wish I had had the foresight to save  a swatch of every terrible pair of jeans I owned from 1984-1989, because man, there were some doozies. They would make a totally awesome throw quilt now. There was a black pair with bright yellow paisleys, and a white pair with black palm trees, and a blue pair with blue flowers. And probably at least one pair in acid-washed, now that I think about it, though none stands out in my memory.

I also had a baby blue stretch denim jumper (American jumper, not English jumper) that I am really shocked my mother ever let me out of the house in.

Ahh, the 80s. If you missed them, you can still get a pretty good idea of what the fashion sense was like by watching anime.

But I also found all my business clothes, from back when I had a job that required something more than a tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms--four or five awesome suits (The houndstooth check pantsuit, the emerald green vertical stripe one that looks like it walked right out of 1947, the royal purple one with the nipped in waist and flared jacket, the I Am Margaret Thatcher Red one with totally!awesome! pleated skirt, the black pinstripe pantsuit with the sashed jacket) and a whole cache of dresses and blazers (pinstripe toreador jacket! Holy shit!), all of which (it occurs to me) I would love to be able to wear again. (And if I get into the shape to hit my climbing and running goals, it sort of naturally follows that I probably will...) Dude! I have awesome clothes! The new I live in jeans and long-sleeved Ts me had totally forgotten the existence of most of these. I own a silver brocade waistcoat! And two pairs of button-fly boot-cut jeans in more or less perfect condition. And six million silk shirts in a rainbow of colors (Including an awful lot of emerald green, go figure, it being my favorite color and all--and a wicked teal one), bought at Goodwill or at the Burlington Coat Factory for like, ten dollars each. I have these great black wool trousers with a double crease down the front of the leg that are the most flattering thing ever.

Looking at these, it occurs to me. In 1996, I was rocking Corporate Goth. Dude. And look! There! In the back of the closet! I still have the shoes to wear with them, too. Man.

I don't actually miss dressing for work? But sometimes I miss how sharp I looked in a suit. *g*


Ahh, the 80s.

Indeed. I'm probably extremely glad I don't still have most of my stuff from back then (very little of which would still fit me anyway). Ah, Members Only jackets.

*google google* They've been resurrected?! WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT RPT WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT
Two letters: O.P.

Parachute pants can stay dead. Just saying.
...and if you ever feel the urge to sell those off, you can be sure it'll all go in a snap. :P
Thanks! I'll mostly be working my ass off.... *g*
From time to time I toy with the idea of putting together the bitchin'est dude corporate goth look that I possibly can.

I'd go to the fabric district and get lots of silk brocade in black and red for linings, very subtle black pinstripe for the jacket, blood red Leyendecker-Arrow-Collar, the nicest pants I can find, then make custom buttons that look normal but have little skulls etched into them, glossy black against matte, silver skull cufflinks, a soviet military wristwatch and dress shoes with removable knife-heels.

Then I'd get it all tailored and rob a bank to pay for all that shit.

The 80's were such a sartorial abattoir, and I've been revisiting them for fun with my novel WIP. I still giggle over having one character look at another and think his mullet was stylish.

Apropos of nothing

...other than it happened to come across my feedreader at the same time as this post:


Rule 34: Patience and Fortitude slash art, apparently.

And yeah, I have a teal silk blouse, which I think I acquired at a Name Brand Clothing or some such. I lived in teal and purple in the 80's, I think. I guess it could have been worse.

Re: Apropos of nothing

...well, at least they're getting some....
If you missed them, you can still get a pretty good idea of what the fashion sense was like by watching anime.


Oh, man, the 80s. And anime from the 80s. (Megazone 23. Ow.)
I think you are having a girl attack.
Wow. Clothes from high school? What a concept. I have a belt buckle from the 70's and a shirt from Union Grove 1974 that does not fit any more.

I think i have an ashtray i made in high school.
It's either shocking sentimentality or a shocking lack of consumerism, one of the two,
What fun! I am swooning over the silver bricade waistcoat and the silk shirts. I'm thinking you in an emerald green silk shirt, not worn with a suit but casually, with sleeves pushed up and an extra button unbuttoned, might actually be a traffic hazard. As in, causing pileups merely by crossing the street.

I don't think I have too many clothes from the 1980s, though my prom dress is probably still at my parents' somewhere. However, the other day I realized that the sports bra I was wearing was one my husband gave me back when sports bras were far less common and harder to find. If it were a person, it would be old enough to drive.

Don't look now, but it will be back

I have one or two things from HS (1969 if you must know) that occassionally can be worn again. Scary.
And I still have a slew of Corporate Clothes, though I work from home these days.
Must go through the mess. I'm sure some of the 60s-80s stuff would make great costumes if nothing else.
PS I have this great Work Week cartoon. The Office guy is wearing a shirt and tie M-Th and Casual Friday he wears a t-shirt. The Works from Home guy has the t-shirt M-Th and on Friday is naked! I keep it to remind me why I like to work from home. :D

Oh, wow. I think I'm in love with your business clothes.
I have a forest green sweater I can date very precisely; I bought it after I got my first pair of contact lenses -- back before they did all those freaky tints, back when the tint was just to help you find it if you dropped it on the floor -- and my eyes turned EMERALD. GREEN. Whereupon I realized green was the best color in the world.

So yeah, that one's been with me since it was approximately twice my size. Fits very nicely now, though the cuffs are fraying and there's the World's Worst Darn in one elbow.

I know how old mine is because a puppy I had when I was 12/13 chewed on the pocket, and I had to cut it off. *g* Since it was just a patch pocket, you can't tell....
I *LOVE* sweaters you can swim in. They never went out of fashion at my house.

And I covet the silver broadcade waistcoat. Hell, I covet your entire closet, although I live in jeans and T-shirts too. (Coveting has nothing to do with logic/utility, apparently.)
*g* I know. I looked at it all and said, "I should get rid of 87% of this," and my backbrain said, "But pretty! And expensive! And you are in a shrinking stage of your life cycle! And as soon as you give away your suits, you'll get a real job again...!"

...thanks for the vote of confidence, brain, but I do see your point....
According to the copy of the Independent newspaper I bought on the way back from Prague last Monday, 80's fashion is about to make a comeback, so you're already ahead of the game. :)
Hey, no need to be pessimistic about regaining lost condition because you're approaching the Big Four-O. I started back into things when I was about 35, and I'm in pretty damn good shape now. And I'm a lazy bum!
Sounds like everyone is in love with the silver brocade waistcoat. I was certainly cringing through most of that list (I owned a Guatemalan jacket once too) until you got to mentioning that. Any chance of your devoted public getting a picture of it? :)
The Guantemalan jacket is cooler than the brocade waistcoat. Seriously!
I still have a lot of my Burlington Coat Factory silk shirts. There are some prints among them that would put a chameleon into shock.