sans tube tops

Thanks to the Goodwill in Clarksburg, WV I have expanded my ugly shirt collection!!!

I LOVE a good butterfly collar.  LOVE THEM!

Now, I have a theory, and since I am technically a doctor I can say it's scientifically proven, though it is only scientifically proven in my own brain.... My theory is that my love of ugly clothes stems from my being a child of the 70s.  I grew up in ugly clothes.  My parents, and my parents' friends wore them.  I love them!  MORE PLAID, MORE POLYESTER!!! POUR THEM IN MY CLOSET!

 This is the combo of shirt and trousers. The trousers are green, fake wool, and subtly herringbone.  My whole ensemble today is a symphony of green, except my shoes.  Same sneakers as always, only these are brand new, and look exactly like the old ones.

Maybe there's something safe about these clothes, something comforting.  Maybe my ideas of what is beautiful were formed when I was a kid and now I can't undo them.  I remember dressing up in my friend's mom's clothes: tube tops, and sparkly gold lame, and things like that.  Her mom was so glamorous to me... and now here I am (sans tube tops) wearing things my mom may have worn.

I was not only influenced by the 70s, though.  The 80s had their input too.  And I blame Barbie.

This Barbie to be exact (source).  I had an aunt in the 80s who wore stuff like this, and to me was super glamorous and grown up and awesome.  Oh, and 80s movies! Weird Science, Pretty in Pink, all John Hughes movies, really... Is it any wonder I wear what I do?

But here is the interesting part.  Though I love ugly clothes, they are not usually what I would choose to wear, if I had a choice.  I own normal clothes, sophisticated and simple clothes, made of natural fibers.  And I love them.  I would wear them all the time if I could, they're beautiful.  but somehow I end up in the ugly clothes again and again.  Maybe it's because I am not wild about my job, and this is one way to make it more fun.

Starting on the wrong foot

Today's trousers: fancy jeans
oh, and by "fancy" I mean: they have no holes, they are dark blue, and they fit.
The shirt that accompanies them: blue oxford shirt which also fits.

It is the shoes which complete the ensemble which are the subject of today's sermon blog.  I'm wearing sneakers (uh, trainers).  I told one of my bosses I was going on a date, that's why I'm dressed so nicely (i.e. wearing clothes that fit).
He said, "Oh, did you bring date shoes?"
I said, "These are my date shoes."
He looked at them again.  "Oh." With accompanying grimace.

(Even friends of mine are worried that these shoes send the wrong message.  I think they send a great message.  That message is: "Listen, pal, I'm sure you're nice and all, but I can kick you in the junk and run like the wind!")

I did recently buy some new shoes but they are more of a second date kind of thing.

Look, I do ok in the summer, I just wear a dress all the time.  But today I had to wake up (that in itself a horror show), fix my mophead (I am not even kidding!), and get ready for work.  Then I am supposed to figure out clothes! Jeez! The pressure!

I'm doing the best I can.

However.... tomorrow I will be going to see my awesome friend STELLA and drinking all the drinks.  (With plenty of time to look beautiful!) Neither one of us are excited about this at all.

(yeah, that's my mophead AFTER it's been fixed, by the way.  yikes)