“A girl puts a man on guard psychologically when she takes to wearing pants around the house. . . give a girl a pair of pants and she sprawls in a chair, crosses her legs like a man and becomes more aggressive in her speech and manner” Arlene Dahl, Always Ask a Man
I’d hate to put my man on guard or be aggressive in my speech and manner* For the next seven days, I will only wear dresses/skirts. No jeans. No leggings-as-pants. Not even pajama pants. It’s dresses, skirts and nighties, no matter what the weather.
Today I’m wearing a black cotton empire-waist dress I bought at Urban Outfitters, which I normally don’t shop at because the clothes aren’t meant to fit right. But this was on sale, and it was comfortable, and because I, an ex-goth chick, am automatically drawn to black dresses.
Over it I put a vintage blazer I used to wear a lot in Binghamton, back when was actually cool. I was going through a phase where I wanted to look like I hung out in record stores, even though the only record store in Binghamton wasn’t exactly a hang-out place and was mostly populated by old crazy dudes in tie-dye. Also, it was next to a drug front.
I rediscovered this blazer in a “to repair” pile I’d set aside six years ago and spent a good part of Friday afternoon repairing the shredded lining, which immediately tore again when I moved my arms. In keeping with my record-store flair, I topped it off with a loopy black scarf and a raspberry beret that I did, in fact, pick up at a second hand store.
Black tights, black flat knee-high boots and a sweater cuff I made. With my Fantine haircut, I look very mod.
I’m mostly comfortable for the day. My feet were kind of cold in my tights, and the empire waist rolled up to create some impressive underboob that, under my blazer, no one saw. Whenever I moved, I heard a small tear in my shoulders. But I did start making a deliberate effort to sit up straight and move with more delicate actions.
*Not really. Aggressive is kind of how I do things.