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Post by battleon on Dec 9, 2006 10:24:12 GMT -6
I hate to say it cuz it will sound like i'm really poor or cheap and don't like to buyh clothos but in my wardrobe i have more than one piece of clothing that is over 5 years..I have sweathers. jeans and tos that i have had when i was much thinner that some don't fit me but i can't bring myself to throw them away...
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Post by vox on Mar 17, 2007 16:07:57 GMT -6
I don't think you are any different from any of us, I certainly up until September 2006, had UK size 10 clothes in my wardrobe (closet) that I thought I would get rid of as I had put on some weight and could no longer get into them. Lo and behold, I got sick for a few months and lost over 1st in weight! I now have the other quandry of having clothes that are too big for me!
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Post by Phalon on Mar 19, 2007 21:51:42 GMT -6
Ooooo, glad this thread was brought up again. Reminds me I've got to try and patch my favorite of all favorite jeans....which have been sitting in a basket next to my dresser waiting to be fixed since before winter. Think I'll migrate the basket downstairs closer to the sewing basket. Hoping the mending can be magically done by the things just being in close proximity to each other.
Elves. Remember that story of the Shoemaker and the Elves? I need some of those; I need mending elves.
Fairly Bored Mother. You got any friends like that hanging around?
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Post by Siren on Mar 19, 2007 22:03:55 GMT -6
Hey there, Gams. When those elves are done with your mending, please send 'em my way.
I have 2 pairs of Rockies 5-pocket jeans that I just love. They're just the right length (a miracle for me), and are so wonderfully soft. But they're mighty frayed at the tops of the front pockets (from my unfortunate and unflattering habit of keeping my hands in my pockets) and are getting frayed at the top of the back left pocket (from me hooking my thumb back there). The backs of the bottom hems are frayed and stringy, and the side seams are almost worn through in a couple of places. I dearly love these jeans, and wish I could halt their disintegration right where it is. But time marches on...
What a lovely problem to have, Vox - clothes that are too big. Good for you!
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Post by Phalon on Mar 19, 2007 22:11:43 GMT -6
Hi Siren. Unflatterin'? I can picture you doing such a thang - your hands in pockets, but never unflattering. I think Okie. Actually, maybe not; I do the same thing - it's what pockets are for, no?
And yes...unfortunate for those favorites, time marches on. Blown knee, and summer's coming. If I don't get those elves, I'm thinking scissors will have to do. Like comfy jeans, you can never have too many cut-offs.
I really need to go shopping.
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Post by Mini Mia on Mar 22, 2007 17:21:05 GMT -6
Ooooo, glad this thread was brought up again. Reminds me I've got to try and patch my favorite of all favorite jeans....which have been sitting in a basket next to my dresser waiting to be fixed since before winter. Think I'll migrate the basket downstairs closer to the sewing basket. Hoping the mending can be magically done by the things just being in close proximity to each other.
Elves. Remember that story of the Shoemaker and the Elves? I need some of those; I need mending elves.
Fairly Bored Mother. You got any friends like that hanging around?
I wish I did, but sadly I don't.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 28, 2007 8:12:28 GMT -6
Today was "Retro-Day" at LX's school; a day for the students to dress in styles from the 50's, 60's or 70's. I remember these days from way back when I went to school - Fifties Day, (they have more decades to choose from now). Back then I raided Mom's old clothes for something to wear.
This morning LX raided her own closet....and came out dressed exactly like someone straight out of the sixties.
At least not the seventies - the sixties were bad; the seventies were worse. Why do they bring these fashions back into fashion. Bluck.
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Post by Siren on Mar 28, 2007 21:25:13 GMT -6
I agree that the 70s had the worst fashions of all. Won't be long till the 80s are included in Retro Day, and I'll officially be old.
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Post by Gabbin on Apr 2, 2007 22:44:47 GMT -6
Luckily, I am fashion blind. yeah.
Okay, well, I just spent a week on the road. I got to the Co. border and then bolted through Utah. I am always tense in Utah (except for the Nat Parks). I worry about being abducted into a Polygafamily. May I say Salt Lake City was shockingly polluted? And the drivers were some of the fastest, outside of Michigan, that I have ever seen. Wow. I couldn't get out of Utah in a day, though. I had to stay in some desolate town with a real old phone booth and broken abandoned sidewalks. The streets had big trucks.
I bolted through Idaho. I am always worrying that the Aryan Nation will grab me.
Oregon and rain, lovely rain. They pump you gas for you there, no choice on that. Waterfalls and skiing.
Man, that whipper weather! On the ski chair, we all faced away from the wind and driving ice crystals, yowch! That same storm made tornadoes elswhere. Whipha!
But, I survived. Had a good time. Ended it with India food in Denver. Good stuff, bebe, good stuff.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 4, 2007 10:10:08 GMT -6
Wow, a lot of bolts on that thar vacation of yours, Gabbin. Are you nuts, worried about getting screwed, and ending up in a Polygafamily? A couple of tool puns, and this a thread thread, so maybe I should take this in another direction.....
Wow, a lot of bolts on that thar vacation of yours, Gabbin. Something in the fabric of your makeup that makes you sew worried about the Polyesteragamists?
Either way - stay away from Nevada. Area Rug 51, you know.
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Post by Gabbin on Apr 4, 2007 12:45:45 GMT -6
Neverda, nope. It glows in the dark.
Yep, I don't wish to go down in Polyginfamy. Wow, let me clean the screen off after that one. Try saying this three times, as well;
Polygainfrantry.
That would be a super-sized Polygamy family.
Yikers, I am outta here.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 1, 2007 23:44:16 GMT -6
School is starting in a month. Remember the thrill of back-to-school shopping; starting out the year all shiny and fresh, with clothes you couldn't wait to wear, although it was still sweltering hot outside - the dog days of summer - and school didn't start for another month?
Today was a "Mom and Me" day, and LX and I spent the day together, just us two. We had lunch, and went shopping for new school clothes, (middle school, and fashion is ever-so-important now - gone are the days of putting on whatever Mom happens to have ironed. Dressing is an event).
Two of things in her bag of new threads I thought kinda funny: a pair of jeans with holes cut in them - tiny slashes really, stitched around the edges so they don't rip more. I found them, and I was the hero of the moment. And (ack!) gouchos. Gouchos!!! I found them also, and what the hell was I thinking when I showed them to her. Sheesh, they were bad way back then when I was in school! I never had a pair, but I did have a pair of pin-striped wool knickers. These gouchos of LX's were pin-striped gouchos of some fake silky polyester material, to go with a shirt of same god-awful material with a 70ish wild florally print on it - and long, almost short dress length that ties in the back, and why-oh-why are they bringing these things back. Stripes and florals, polyester, long shirts with ties, and gouchos - lions and tighers and bears, oh my!
Bad fashion, but dang cute in it, and middle school fashion is ever-so-important that is all that matters.
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Post by Phalon on Feb 8, 2008 0:00:20 GMT -6
I can't bear to part with these old threads....because then I'd be thread-bare.
HA! Reading back on this page, I still have those jeans I wrote about nearly a year ago. The elves never came, the hole has gotten bigger, but still I wear them...with tights underneath in these cold winter months so my knee stays warm.
Anyway, I just finished a book that reminded me of this thread, and since it's a book about threads, I thought I'd bring the thread about threads out from the back of the closet once more.
"Love, Loss, and What I Wore" by Ilene Beckerman
It's a funny little book that describes in 139 pages, including illustrations, the story of her life through the clothes she wore while living it, starting in the 1940's with her Brownie uniform. It's a "closet full of memories....a survived divorce, the death of a child, the quirks of family and friends, crushes and heartbreak and burst of joy and happiness. Her Pucci was a copy and her Rita Hayworth-style strapless was from the Neiman Marcus outlet store, but she is the real thing."
In simple prose, and maybe no more than 150-200 words each....some, much, much less...every page is a description of an outfit, and where she wore it, or what she did while wearing it. At first, I thought the jacket description was much more interesting than the book itself. Then about half-way into it, I got to know the author, and realize there was a very subtle, and at times very sarcastic humor - nearly always held off to the last line of the page - in her descriptions. I'll have to re-read at some point to pick up on that humor I missed in the first half. Good for a very quick read on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Oh! And I did, and do, actually buy new clothes occasionally. My latest finds - during Ice Breaker Weekend, when the shops downtown have their annual sale...
A black, gray, and the palest dusty rose floral-patterned embroidered jacket. Jacquard? Brocade? If I knew fashion terminology I'd know it's probably neither. But I've been eyeing this thing since fall. Tight fitting in the sleeves and down to the waist, it then flares a bit down to mid-thigh; three buttons down the front, and the tiniest bit of lace around the collar. A piratesque look to it.
Another, that I fell in love with immediately after just one touch, was a bit of a splurge, even at the half-off price. A silk and rayon blend but it feels and looks oh-so-velvety soft. Dark blood-red, and flowy - I normally don't do flowy - or low-cut, which it is also. Again with the pirate look. $104.00! Even at half-off, I don't think I've ever paid that for a whim purchase.
But a couple of nice Christmas gift certificates, and I even have $25.00 left.....though the sale is now over, and that would probably buy me half a pair of socks.
LX says I look kewl in them. Hip, maybe is what she said. Stylin'? Heck, I don't remember what word she used, which proves I am none of the above.
The jacket, though, looks kewl with my holey jeans.
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Desire
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Post by Desire on Feb 11, 2008 7:11:45 GMT -6
I think my oldest thing right now is a pair of platforms I got about 9 years ago for a talent show doing Spice Girls. I have now painted the flowers on the platforms and still wear them.
I probably have a few other shirts or some odd that I have had for years, some I can't wear anymore, but still I have them in my closet. I tend to wear out pants though. I wear them until there are litterally holes in the waisty portion... I had to rip up a pair of jeans the other day, to stop wearing them. I always intend to throw them out, then put them in the laundry, and wear them again.
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Post by Phalon on Feb 11, 2008 8:52:21 GMT -6
Hi Desire. That could be a quote straight outta my mouth; I do the same thing. Great idea ripping up your jeans so your couldn't wear them again - I'd do well to remember that. I don't know though, if I could actually take scissors to a pair of well-worn favorite jeans of mine. It'd be shear torture, and I'm not cut out for such things.
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Post by Siren on Feb 11, 2008 10:20:30 GMT -6
Ooooo, Gams - Beckerman's book sounds fun! I'll have to look for that. Reminds me of my friend Donna's photo album, which reflects every major clothing trend of the '60s and '70s. Donna is pictured as everything from a prim Leslie Gore clone to a biker mama, hippie chick, surfer girl, and more. I love it!
And I love the sound of that jacket. I would be happy if I had a closet full of jackets.
Desire, your post reminds me of a quote from the movie "Clueless": "You try driving in platforms!" Lol!
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Post by Phalon on Nov 13, 2009 22:41:35 GMT -6
I could have put this link in either this thread about threads, the A-Cup Team, or the Interesting Finds thread. Eenie, meanie, minie moe, and this one is the one I picked. It's a story about a woman who wore the same brown dress for one year - every day for one year. She did it to reject the advertising media's notion that over-consumption must be rammed down our throats to get us to buy, buy, buy things we really don't need; and she did it to reject the image that what makes a person good, attractive and interesting is the clothes they wear. It's an interesting experiment. www.divinecaroline.com/22343/43908-little-brown-dress-project
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Post by Phalon on Dec 22, 2010 9:22:23 GMT -6
My Chauffeur's Cap is starting to wear thin. It's part of the uniform which is issued to every Mom upon the age their children enter school, which also includes a black and white striped referee shirt and whistle, and hip waders to get through all the muck and mire of school papers, fundraisers, and functions.
We live in town; the majority of LX's friends live outside of town, in "the country". The name of this country is "I Don't Have A Ride and Can You Please Pick Me Up'. Don't get me wrong - I don't mind driving the kids if 1.) their parents reciprocate, which many of them do by picking up my kid when she doesn't have a ride. 2.) if the parents share in the Chauffeur responsibility by one of us driving one way, and the other taking responsibility of the return trip 3.) if the child which is not my own is in a bind, and has no other means to get from point A to point B.
The Chauffeur's Cap started to fray a few months ago when LX got a new boyfriend, and her old boy friend (notice the split between "boy" and "friend" there; "boy friend" is a buddy she's had since preschool) started calling me.
The boyfriend (one word) lives in the Country of No Ride, and also has dual citizenship in the sparsely populated Land Without A Phone. His Mom's phone apparently fell out of her purse in a parking lot at the most opportune moment for it to get run-over by a car. So she commandeered her son's phone. Son got a new phone (two months later, and two months after I became boyfriend's chauffeur), but promptly had it taken away due to a case of Teenage Phone Disease, a communicable illness which includes symptoms such as texting 'til fingers fall off, and dry mouth from excessive talking. This lack of a phone means if LX's group of friends wants to go to a movie or some other thing, she has no way to reach boyfriend, and must be driven out to the country if she would like to include boyfriend to see if boyfriend would like to be included. Thankfully boyfriend's country is only a mile outside of town. Unfortunately boyfriend's mom is not a reciprocating type parent; not once has she ever driven anybody anywhere... including her own son. Still...most of the time I don't mind, and if there are times that I do, well, 'sorry for ya; I'm busy'.
Boy friend whose country is three miles outside of town is another matter. His mom is the reciprocating type, and has since the early days treated LX as a child of her own. If Josh misses the bus home from school, he's called me, and I haven't minded in the least. The problem with Josh started around the same time I became Boyfriend's Chauffeur. The phone rang one morning at 6:30 just as I got out of the shower. Dripping wet, I answered the phone thinking it was some kind of emergency cuz who the heck would call that early unless it was an emergency.
Josh missed the bus to school and could I pick him up? It took some juggling - I had to get ready for work, the girls had to get ready for school, and I had to be back with Josh before Hubs left for work, so BP would not be left alone in the house. In the car after picking him up, I commented to Josh that I didn't know his Mom left for work that early. "Oh...she doesn't; she's still sleeping. It's her birthday, and I didn't want to wake her up." I said "Oh, that's sweet of you", instead of what I was thinking which was "WTF am I, your chauffeur?!"
Which, apparently, I am. He did the same thing week, and when I asked over the phone if his Mom was home, he said, "she's sleeping". Again, I bit my tongue when he added, "she'll get fired if she's late for work", and instead picked him up. Then I started thinking about this....how long does it take to drive three miles into town, and three miles back? Fifteen minutes? Why the hell can't he wake her up 10 or 15 minutes early to get him to school? Yep, I'm decidedly being taken advantage of here. Thankfully (for him), I was not home after school that same day, when he called to ask if I could give him and his friends a ride from school to the skating rink.
Yesterday Boyfriend and his Friend needed to get from friend's country house to wrestling practice at school. Friend's mom was at work; Boyfriend's Mom apparently does not care if her son gets anywhere he has to be. So Boyfriend calls Girlfriend to see if Girlfriend's Mom could drive them. Sigh. I did. They were in a bind; they were appreciative; they call me "Momma Phalon".
I'm thinking I need to trade my chauffeur's cap in....for a dunce's cap maybe.
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Post by Mini Mia on Dec 22, 2010 17:18:40 GMT -6
Glue a tip jar to the dashboard. Tape a note that reads: Gas Money on the jar.
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Post by stepper on Dec 22, 2010 18:13:00 GMT -6
You're an amazingly patient person and I applaud your generosity. Even so, if the wear and tear and gas and inconvenience and lost time and imposition is becoming overwhelming then it's time to explain there are reasonable limits to your availability - especially when you have your own responsibilities. Oh yes, lets throw Christmas deadlines in the middle of your adventures just for fun. But, with that said, I see a blog entry on the horizon. Inspiration comes from many sources and you have an uncanny ability to spin sack cloth aggravation into soft as silk give us all a smile humor.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 22, 2010 23:23:54 GMT -6
You must have the patience of Job to put up with that Gams, and I also applaud your generosity for it.
Wonderful post by the way.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 23, 2010 10:10:41 GMT -6
Just like the vat of soup making, you and Hubs are on the same page with this one. Sort of. His suggestion is not quite so subtle as a tip jar on the dash; he says I should tape a sign on the dash that reads "Rides: $2.00 each way. Pay in advance."
Stepper and Katina, you are too kind. I wouldn't say generous or patient....because HA! if I was those things, I wouldn't be b!tching now, would I? I do look at it this a couple of ways, though. For years when LX was in Girl Scouts and orchestra, I'd have to arrange for transportation with other parents because Hubs and I both work. BP is involved in a cross-country track program which starts in spring right when I return to work. Same thing for her - when she did it last year, I had to make sure she had a prearranged ride. So although these things don't involve the same sets of parents, it's kind of a way to pay back all those favors.
The other reason is I'm glad these kids feel they have an adult they can count on if they're stuck somewhere, and since I'm off work for the season, I usually don't mind. It's when, like Josh, that they take advantage of the situation, that my patience wears thin.
The thing with Boyfriend is just weird, I think - the lack of having the ability to communicate by phone (or even Internet) is strange in this age of technology...especially when his Mom has a phone.
There was a knock at the door yesterday afternoon. Boyfriend was standing there....and lo and behold, I nearly fainted when I saw his Mom's van in the driveway. LX wasn't home.
If they had just called first. At least I wasn't the one wearing the Chauffeur's cap this time.
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Post by stepper on Dec 28, 2010 19:30:04 GMT -6
It's a difficult thing - finding out if you are boyfriend or boy friend - without looking stupid in front of your peers. The discovery that you are "boy friend" when you thought you were boyfriend can be amazingly hard on the ego - and devastating if you’ve made the mistake of talking to friends about it. I miss many things about being young - like healing sooo much more quickly - but boy friend vs boyfriend makes me appreciate my current age. Those games are a distant memory - thank goodness.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 23, 2011 7:25:52 GMT -6
Fashion Fads, they come and go, and this one has been going on for at least a couple of years. Sometimes you just can't wait for them to leave, in hopes that they never, ever return in any way, shape, or form as many of the most hideous fashions do; bad fashions are like boomerangs, it seems.
This one though, as long as I am Mom in Charge of Various Things, I hope never ends. It became very apparent to me yesterday, the trend was probably started by a Mom forcing her kid to wear whatever was available because said kid forgot to put his/her dirty clothes in a laundry basket, and instead stuffed it under the bed in hopes that it would magically find its own way to the washing machine.
Mismatched socks. It applies to all ages under 18. I think it should apply to everyone, (at least in my household), maybe even made into law to be enforced by the Fashion Police.
Do you know what this means?!!!!!
No more spending hours matching socks while folding clothes. No more bags of "single" socks waiting to find their sole mate, (some of them will be confirmed bachelors or bachelorettes forever because they've been single for far too long to ever hope to find a match). No more evil smirk from the sock-eating dryer, who takes great pleasure in leaving a sock mateless.
It's just one big single's bar in the sock drawers now; just throw them in and let them co-mingle however they wish.
(Can you tell I did massive amounts of laundry yesterday....and didn't have to match a single sock whose owner is under-the-age-of-18? Now, if I can only convince Hubs to be trendy.)
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Post by stepper on Nov 23, 2011 16:22:15 GMT -6
I'm convinced the fuzz caught by the lint trap is the remains of socks eaten by the dryer.
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Post by Siren on Nov 23, 2011 22:33:33 GMT -6
My brother in law will do dishes, sweep, cook, wash and fold laundry. But he will NOT do the socks. He detests matching socks. I'm going to tell him about this new trend of unmatched socks, Gams. My sis will be happy, since she's the one who has to fold the socks.
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Post by stepper on Nov 23, 2011 22:43:39 GMT -6
Since I'm the one wearing them, I don't really mind matching my socks. Besides, with my (lack of) color vision it's pretty easy. Admittedly I used to get some funny looks, but now I wear boots all day and no one notices the socks. (Gotta have over the ankle boots to drive motorcycles on military installations. I have a pair that does that, but they aren't regular cycle boots.) Eventually I got a tad smarter. Either the socks are white, or black. That covers all situations and is much easier.
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Post by Phalon on May 6, 2013 6:02:37 GMT -6
I can't help it....this pops in my head for no reason, stays there, and I don't really mind. It's my guilty pleasure.
Advisory: contains foul language, and suggestive lyrics.
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Post by stepper on May 6, 2013 19:17:51 GMT -6
I can't help it....this pops in my head for no reason, stays there, and I don't really mind. Why? Oh Phalon! You have my sympathies! I feel so bad for you that you'd have that stuck in your head!
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Post by Phalon on May 7, 2013 6:00:18 GMT -6
Why not? It's extremely catchy...
"I’m gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up This is *bleeping* awesome"
Makes me want to run out to the nearest thrift shop....
"I'll wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I’m in this big-@ss coat From that thrift shop down the road"
...and dance through the aisles, trying on ugly second-hand clothes with my entourage. Of course, first I have to find an entourage.
Maybe the thrift shop sells used ones cheap.
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