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Battlefield Wardrobe
May. 26th, 2012 06:14 pmI've spent the day walking around Chicago and the part of it where I live, and it is time to sit and relax and be quite.
Well, actually, this is the time to sit and goof and pretend I don't have papers due, so let's do that instead!
Part of the reason I was up so tired was that I spent much of yesterday meandering through downtown on Mission: Tights.
Mission:Tights is a foray in the larger Battlefield: Wardrobe conflict. See, I'm fat. Unabashedly fat, and at the awkward end of that I'm also short, so I tend to need to shop a lot in clothing stores to find things that cover my body and also look good on my body. I think, actually, that I end up having to shop a good deal more than folks with averaged sized bodies with a relatively similar interesting in fashion. I like to have interesting clothes, I like not to look like an idiot, and I like to be comfortable- things which require a fair amount of work, given the kind of clothes that get made in the world, so I devote a fair amount of time sifting through the garments that are not made for me to find the few that are.
Mission:Tights involved a lot of walking and searching out physical stores that have discounts on nice brands of tights. (The cheap stuff wears out a lot faster for the same amount of money. So, discounts on good brands are key.) Mission:Tights was also total failure-I really couldn't find anything at all decent or in my sizes at the places I looked, so I had basically just spent a lot of time walking around in the heat on feet with tendon issues. But it did serve the desired purpose of not letting me do work on my final projects and papers!
Today, me and the Gentleman had to go and visit the premarital counselor. Who, as always, basically had us summarizing conversations we had had several months ago, about our families and future plans and the issues that we expect to face (Minister-wannabe marries Atheist! what to do!) But, as usual, things ended in our being confirmed Decent, and we were sent on our way to meander around Chicago. And to try and find if our local Large Grocery Store carries octopus. (Nope!)
So here we are, sorefoot and weary and finally home.
Well, actually, this is the time to sit and goof and pretend I don't have papers due, so let's do that instead!
Part of the reason I was up so tired was that I spent much of yesterday meandering through downtown on Mission: Tights.
Mission:Tights is a foray in the larger Battlefield: Wardrobe conflict. See, I'm fat. Unabashedly fat, and at the awkward end of that I'm also short, so I tend to need to shop a lot in clothing stores to find things that cover my body and also look good on my body. I think, actually, that I end up having to shop a good deal more than folks with averaged sized bodies with a relatively similar interesting in fashion. I like to have interesting clothes, I like not to look like an idiot, and I like to be comfortable- things which require a fair amount of work, given the kind of clothes that get made in the world, so I devote a fair amount of time sifting through the garments that are not made for me to find the few that are.
Mission:Tights involved a lot of walking and searching out physical stores that have discounts on nice brands of tights. (The cheap stuff wears out a lot faster for the same amount of money. So, discounts on good brands are key.) Mission:Tights was also total failure-I really couldn't find anything at all decent or in my sizes at the places I looked, so I had basically just spent a lot of time walking around in the heat on feet with tendon issues. But it did serve the desired purpose of not letting me do work on my final projects and papers!
Today, me and the Gentleman had to go and visit the premarital counselor. Who, as always, basically had us summarizing conversations we had had several months ago, about our families and future plans and the issues that we expect to face (Minister-wannabe marries Atheist! what to do!) But, as usual, things ended in our being confirmed Decent, and we were sent on our way to meander around Chicago. And to try and find if our local Large Grocery Store carries octopus. (Nope!)
So here we are, sorefoot and weary and finally home.
