Toga! Toga!
Feb. 23rd, 2005 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
listersgirlI think it's time for a return to the toga.
Every piece of clothing I have is falling apart. My shoes all are coming apart at the seams* (even, sadly, my winter boots, which means walking through snowdrifts is a very wet proposition), my coats are ragged at collar and cuffs. My shirts have convenient thumbholes, my pants are attempting to declare themselves free from the tyranny of belts, and my skirts are making the fashion choice that they all need to be longer. Last night my pjs basically disintegrated around me. Putting on socks requires strategic planning to avoid the holes, and even my gloves are unravelling. All I can say about the underwear is that it's a good thing no-one else has to see it.
I'd like to throw it all out and start again. Right now. (That high-pitched noise is the sound of my bank account laughing hysterically at me.)
*Actually, it's the shoes that are the most worrisome. I try really hard to buy non-leather shoes - the only leather shoes I have are my tap shoes and my Docs - but it's getting really difficult. Not to mention the fact that I also buy cheap shoes, which don't last all that long, which means I have to replace them far too often. Last summer I struggled along in a pair of not particularly comfortable sandals because I couldn't find anything to replace them, and I was *this close* to breaking down and buying Rockports or something like that. Angst! Augh.
Every piece of clothing I have is falling apart. My shoes all are coming apart at the seams* (even, sadly, my winter boots, which means walking through snowdrifts is a very wet proposition), my coats are ragged at collar and cuffs. My shirts have convenient thumbholes, my pants are attempting to declare themselves free from the tyranny of belts, and my skirts are making the fashion choice that they all need to be longer. Last night my pjs basically disintegrated around me. Putting on socks requires strategic planning to avoid the holes, and even my gloves are unravelling. All I can say about the underwear is that it's a good thing no-one else has to see it.
I'd like to throw it all out and start again. Right now. (That high-pitched noise is the sound of my bank account laughing hysterically at me.)
*Actually, it's the shoes that are the most worrisome. I try really hard to buy non-leather shoes - the only leather shoes I have are my tap shoes and my Docs - but it's getting really difficult. Not to mention the fact that I also buy cheap shoes, which don't last all that long, which means I have to replace them far too often. Last summer I struggled along in a pair of not particularly comfortable sandals because I couldn't find anything to replace them, and I was *this close* to breaking down and buying Rockports or something like that. Angst! Augh.