Friday, January 30, 2009

Unemployed, Oh Fuzz!

Yesterday I worked my last shift at my job. It's just a silly retail thing, but I worked there for three years and I really liked it (I worked at Nine West), and the store closed yesterday. I'm quite sad, as now I must not only find another job in a world where every newspaper, TV, radio, and website is screaming about the terribly job situation and economy, but I also now do not have my superior access to shoes! I bought a small fortune (but at a deeply discounted price) of shoes, hosiery, and accessories before the end. I have a lot of shoes. Last night I counted, and I have 86 pairs of shoes that I can see. This does not include shoes in the storage trunk, or downstairs and in other parts of the house. Thus, I have decided that I will not allow myself to purchase any more shoes for an indefinite amount of time. I definitely do not need them.

I should probably do the same with clothes, but I am not going to be unrealistic. I will however, limit my purchases--not just because I'm now unemployed but because I have a lot of clothes and nowhere to put them (I do not, in fact, have a closet).

Most important however, is that none of this serious unemployment and economy and whatnot silly business will get in the way of all kinds of other delightful things!

In lovely news, The Clothes Horse was kind enough to interview me last week! She has been featuring bloggers every week or so with delicious questionnaires! You can read mine here. And check out the previous interviews! I have discovered some great blogs through this feature!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Literary Fashion: Another Part

I have a habit of dressing like characters, especially those in books. This is an old quirk that finds its roots in the 'phases' of my childhood and adolescence—I often wanted to be more like those favorite characters and have funny little characteristics like they had, if not those exact quirks—that are more or less visible in my manner of dress these days. I can't kid myself, this is obviously something that exists in my adult tendencies as well. Sometimes, if I am writing some funny little story or doodling the same person over and over, I try to dress and be like them as well! The desire to play dress up will hopefully never fade away, and especially in the last year or so I've noticed a much more directed manner of dressing—that is, specifically dressing as a character. It's the kind of thing that I think I've written all sorts of papers on (I say think only because I'm afraid I'm victim of some strange and noxious pills at the moment, courtesy of my missing wisdom teeth!), the roles individuals play in their clothes, wearing the part, masks, costumes. All that sort of thing. You know, the body as a text and so on. And then, also, I have a perhaps peculiar habit of allotting specific items of clothing or accessories to certain book or film characters.

But I don't really mean this in quite that serious and academic way. Rather, it is just the vague thought that I have certain items of clothing and I assign to specific characters that I have a terrible fondness for.


( I also wear it all the time. Seriously, Sirusly. And that is only as far back as free-flickr lets me go!)

One of my favorites is my Professor Lupin sweater. I'm quite sure that my penchant for funny, frumpy, and fusty sweaters is not solely due to my beloved Harry Potter character, but all the same I've referred to it as such since I bought it. It's a relatively nondescript sweater, from Gap a few years ago during the beginning of that boyfriend-clothing-craze. It is slouchy and light and somewhat poor and worn looking. I wear it often, and while my boyfriend has a sweater that is much more Lupin-ish (it's wool and has suede elbow-patches. Although my sweater does have a slight advantage in the Lupin department because it's dowdy and rumpled). To add to the Lupin-esque attire, my lovely boyfriend got me the most delicious tweed blazer! It is not pictured, but it fits much better than the child's Brooks Brother's one I thrifted. The new version is now my Professor Lupin blazer, and to add to it, I finally found a pair of appropriately worn and soft corduroy pants. Ahh, the outfit! It is quite happily complete, although ideally it would be more a mixture of taupes and the occasional brown, and I can be a content little grey mouse of a girl in my Professor Lupin garb.

There is, of course, the bowler hat and its rather obvious nod to Sabina a la The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Books by Francesca Lia Block also gave way to items of clothing associated with those characters even if I never did seem to acquire anything quite as cool as what they had.

I know there are more, things I searched for specifically to mirror someone, or an item I came across that vaguely reminded me of so-and-so in that book and forever named it for them. To an extent it has to do with an intense desire to be totally absorbed into a certain world of a book or a character, that painful desire to get as close as you can to a world and people who only really exist on the page and in the mind, the terrible unjust nature of fantasy stories and the real world.

Similarly, when I was little I had this funny little outfit (that doesn't really have much of anything to do with the topic of this post besides the activities I wore it for) that I thought of as my Writer's Outfit. The vague outline of the kind of person I was playing was some kind of young traveling woman with a suitcase full of odd things. The suitcase was tweed and it didn't hold together very well since I think its base was cardboard. I used to fill it with old looking books. My two favorites, though I had no idea what they really were at the time, were a book of Emerson's Essays and a collection of Oscar Wilde fairy tales and sonnets. I liked them because they were cloth-bound and looked old. I had a fake feather pen, it was pink, and some other strange odds and ends. The outfit consisted of some kind of hat and a brownish black velvet blazer with buttons shaped like twined rope and a funny little collar. The same blazer doubled for part of my suit when I later pretended to be a member of MIB.

I guess in the end it's all more dressing up than anything else. That, and the funny names I give things in my head, the strange and nonsensical or personal associations with clothing beyond things that are sentimental in a traditional, familial sort of way. What a clunker of a sentence! I've been really bad about it lately. My sentences are long, trawling things that wander around and are atrocious and have little to no grammatical or logical structure. I am not sure that I care! To add to this nonchalant treatment, I refuse to wrap up this rambling thing in any real way. Ha!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Little Bits of Clothes and Poetry.

The shape of her soul is a square.
She knows this to be the case
because she often feels its corners
pressing sharp against the bone
just under her shoulder blades
and across the wings of her hips.
At one time, when she was younger,
she had hoped that it might be a cube,
but the years have worked to dispel
this illusion of space, so that now
she understands: it is a simple plane,
a shape with surface, but no volume—
a window without a building, an eye
without a mind.
Of course, this square
does not appear on x-rays, and often,
weeks may pass when she forgets
that it exists. When she does think
to consider its purpose in her life,
she can say only that it aches with
a single mystery, for whose answer
she has long ago given up the search—
since its question is a word whose name
can never quite be asked. This yearning,
she has concluded, is the only function
of the square, repeated again and again
in each of its four matching angles,
until, with time, she is persuaded
anew that what it frames has no
interest in ever making her happy.

-She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul, Young Smith





Hello dears! Thank you all for your thoughts and advice, I'm sitting with my laptop watching movies and eating lots of cold, squashy food and snuggling up with an ice pack. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as bad as I am anticipating, since today has gone much better than originally thought. The upside is I am so bored and dull that you will be suffering under a barrage of posts! I am working on several (but then again, let's see if I make good on my silly little pie-crust promise and actually post them!), although I am afraid they will be about strange thoughts and pseudo-essays rather than daily outfits or the like.


Friday, January 9, 2009

The Winter Slump.

Ahh! I am in it. I guess it has something to do with classes starting in two weeks (my first graduate classes, I'm terrified!) and the impending doom of being unemployed. Most depressing is the event that looms over my weekend: I am having my wisdom teeth removed on Monday. I am dreading it, even though I have been reassured by many that all will be well, I cannot shake the feeling of dread at my body being incapacitated in any way.


Hello, new glasses!

Mostly, dressing is a problem and I notice how very close my feelings of comfort and confidence are entwined with how I feel about what I'm wearing. Perhaps I am sleeping in too much and eating too much candy! In any case, let's not worry about it. Soon all will be back to usually scheduled things, and the posts will come rolling down hills.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Now We Shall Dress to the Nines.

Happy New Year!



(I think I stole this. I don't remember where it came from, o dear! Please do remind me if you know!
Ah! It is from studio mela on etsy, thanks Micaela!
)

I hope you have all had a wonderful new year so far and that it is only a promise of more wonderful things! We got snowed on again, and it has been bitter cold, yet somehow I feel exuberant anyway! Be glorious, we will be back to regularly scheduled posting in two freckles past my wrist!


If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar.
-The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy: So Long and Thanks For All The Fish, Douglas Adams




(I was going to be serious and poetic, but sometimes I cannot resist being ridiculously and unabashedly silly!)