fashion victim
Nov. 17th, 2003 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI should be in bed.
That said: The other day I came across this young adult novel from the early eighties which I must have purchased at the used bookstore when I was in high school. Or, you know, maybe last year. Anyway! The book is entitled The Preppy Problem and really, it's chock full of searing insights into the adolescent experience and the importance of alligator shirts. Goood stuff.
But seriously. The best part? The BEST part, by far, is the fashion descriptions. Like:
Melissa looked at herself in the mirror. Now what in the world had Kip found to criticize in this silky, robin's-egg blue top with its stand-up Mandarin collar and long, full sleeves? She tied the narrow gold rope belt more tightly around the high waist of her front pleated white wool pants, and smoothed her hand over the long braid of her hair that she had caught at the top with a wrapping of a thin, gold cord. A brushful of light, rosy blush and some clear lip-gloss completed the picture.
and
She adjusted the skirt of the silky "Melissa-blue" scoop-necked dress that was embroidered all over with little flowers and had a border of white eyelet edging around the hem, the collar, and the full, puffed sleeves. The wide blue sash around her waist tied in a great big bow int he back, and her mother had lent her a blue and white Wedgewood cameo necklace that matched the color perfectly. Both she and Holly had decided to wear glittery, sheer white stockings, and Melissa had warn the same silver shoes that had caused such a fuss at the Valentine's dance.
I must say I'm curious about this shoe-related fuss, but lack the energy to investigate further. But seriously: White, front-pleated, high-waisted pants! And white glittery stockings! A big sash with a bow at the back! I remember when my bad eight year old self wore stuff like this and thought I was all. that. (and a bag of chips)
It should be noted that this all takes place *after* Melissa has had her fashion-related epiphany and decided to reject Prepsterdom for a more liberated fashion identity, or something. I'm sure it's symbolic, or maybe it's just lame.
Speaking of clothes, I have none to wear tomorrow. If only that were a reasonable reason to call in to work. That would be awesome. But instead, I will search through my dresser and end up wearing something from the early nineties that I loathe and will spend all day self-conscious, hating my laundry-avoiding self. Like I do most days.
And now I think that Pepsi I drank almost an hour ago is wearing off, and I should be able to go to sleep.
That said: The other day I came across this young adult novel from the early eighties which I must have purchased at the used bookstore when I was in high school. Or, you know, maybe last year. Anyway! The book is entitled The Preppy Problem and really, it's chock full of searing insights into the adolescent experience and the importance of alligator shirts. Goood stuff.
But seriously. The best part? The BEST part, by far, is the fashion descriptions. Like:
Melissa looked at herself in the mirror. Now what in the world had Kip found to criticize in this silky, robin's-egg blue top with its stand-up Mandarin collar and long, full sleeves? She tied the narrow gold rope belt more tightly around the high waist of her front pleated white wool pants, and smoothed her hand over the long braid of her hair that she had caught at the top with a wrapping of a thin, gold cord. A brushful of light, rosy blush and some clear lip-gloss completed the picture.
and
She adjusted the skirt of the silky "Melissa-blue" scoop-necked dress that was embroidered all over with little flowers and had a border of white eyelet edging around the hem, the collar, and the full, puffed sleeves. The wide blue sash around her waist tied in a great big bow int he back, and her mother had lent her a blue and white Wedgewood cameo necklace that matched the color perfectly. Both she and Holly had decided to wear glittery, sheer white stockings, and Melissa had warn the same silver shoes that had caused such a fuss at the Valentine's dance.
I must say I'm curious about this shoe-related fuss, but lack the energy to investigate further. But seriously: White, front-pleated, high-waisted pants! And white glittery stockings! A big sash with a bow at the back! I remember when my bad eight year old self wore stuff like this and thought I was all. that. (and a bag of chips)
It should be noted that this all takes place *after* Melissa has had her fashion-related epiphany and decided to reject Prepsterdom for a more liberated fashion identity, or something. I'm sure it's symbolic, or maybe it's just lame.
Speaking of clothes, I have none to wear tomorrow. If only that were a reasonable reason to call in to work. That would be awesome. But instead, I will search through my dresser and end up wearing something from the early nineties that I loathe and will spend all day self-conscious, hating my laundry-avoiding self. Like I do most days.
And now I think that Pepsi I drank almost an hour ago is wearing off, and I should be able to go to sleep.
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Date: 2003-11-17 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-20 06:34 pm (UTC)WOW!
I found your journal through Chris's...
Remember me? Nicole? Who used to hang out at the german house/was friend's with Jen (your housemate senior year) blah blah blah.
HI! I'm adding you to my friends list.
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Date: 2003-11-23 09:59 pm (UTC)How are you? What are you up to?
Hope everything's good with you, I'm adding you back. :)
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Date: 2003-11-24 09:07 am (UTC)Everything is good. Livin & grad schoolin' in Boston, with Union's finest...Dave, Colleen and Steve (who I've lived with for years at this point).
:-)