Hmm

Jan. 24th, 2010 03:52 am
ivyette: (Beatles)
So tonight I was bored and the SAG awards were boring so I went and tried on all my old formal dresses, you know, as you do, and here is the transcription of our conversations.

Black dress with mesh top that goes to my... knees? Or slightly above? that I have no emotional connection to because I've never worn it anywhere but it's supercute on me:

Hey, behbeh. We look fabulous. Srsly, go wear me to the grocery store or something, damn.

Cream colored halter dress I have no emotional connection to because I've never worn it anywhere:

Hey, behbeh. We look fabulous from the front. From the back I cling to your backfat, sry 'bout that. Still cute tho.

Red ankle-length halter dress with plunging neckline that I wore to my 11th grade homecoming and is the sexiest dress I own:

Hey, you fill out my boobsacs better now! Except it's way more obvious now that you're lopsided, oops.
Also you make my stomach area stretch, go do some situps, lazy.

Powder blue gauzy dress that looks like it came from a fairytale and is the most gorgeous item of clothing I've ever worn or owned, that I wore to my ill-fated 12th grade homecoming:

Bitch, you got fat. Take me off right now before you break my zipper, or at least, the part of my zipper you can zip, since it won't go past mid-back. Hurry, your backfat shoulderlump whatever this shit is is repulsing me.

I didn't try on my black tenth grade homecoming dress (it's probably too small, but it is pretty stretchy so idk) or my pink prom dress (I'd have needed too much extra help and the thing is taller than I am so I'd be walking on it and it wasn't worth it. And if it didn't still fit, I'd probably have just fallen over dead).

The blue one would fit if I didn't have scoliosis. It makes half my back protrude out like some crazy shit. From the front I do not look like a size 12, no saleslady has ever guessed my dress size even close to that, but because of this stupid hump thing I can't wear smaller dresses. In fact, I suspect the reason the other dresses fit is because they're all very generous around the back area (the black one with the mesh top has a slit in the back... this dress is so perfect, I might take pictures just because, and the other two are halters where the back sits much lower than my shoulderblades and so is okay)

Oh, but that blue dress. The neckline! The waistline! THE SKIRRRRRRT! The flower with the beautiful mesh ribbon! THE FLOWY MESHY SKIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! It's like it came out of my dreams, I swear. Except blue is like my least favorite color so if it was truly a dream dress it would be pink... but I have trouble picturing it any other way now.

The cream-colored dress was the last I tried on and I ended up just wandering around the house in it, you know, as you do, because I love dresses. I'd totes wander around in the blue one IF IT FIT MY DEFORMITY. JESUS.

It's not even that obvious! People don't go "Aww, look at poor Humpy :(" when I walk past

at least I hope not

BUT SERIOUSLY. PLZ TO BE FALLING OFF, BACK LUMP. RIGHT SIDE, BE MORE LIKE LEFTY.

-ivybdressflower @ 3:51 AM

Silly

Nov. 6th, 2009 03:45 am
ivyette: (Beatles)
So Boyfriend and I are going to Chili's tomorrow night (no special reason, just feel like going out together) and we were talking about what I was going to wear (because I treat him like a female friend, I guess? I mean, he doesn't complain, so). And he suggests

wait for it


my red Homecoming dress.

Because a formal gown with a neckline to my bellybutton is appropriate for a middle-class chain restaurant, naturally.

Sometimes he has excellent taste and judgment, and sometimes he's just silly.

This is why I love him.

-3:48 AM
ivyette: (Individual)
Betsey Johnson is who I would be if I were rich, old, mentally unstable, and had an uncontrolable urge to stick multicolored extensions in random places on my head. And if I were a bit better at designing clothes.
http://www.betseyjohnson.com
(There are a lot of women who I consider to be kind of "soul sisters", and if I can remember any of the others, I'll let you know.)

-4:40 AM

Juniors

Nov. 10th, 2007 10:09 pm
ivyette: (Individual)
I grew up.
I don't know quite when it happened, but, apparently, I'm an adult.
I'm talking about clothes, of course. When we had my house painted a million years ago I moved a lot of clothes out of my room and into my second house, with the intention of bringing them back in once all the house-fixing-up-ing was finished. I never did. I realized yesterday that a closet full of jeans was sitting over there waiting patiently for me to remember them. Of course, it's been a very long time since I last wore any of them, and I, apparently, have changed since I stuck them in there.
I mean that my body changed. Somehow, I stopped having a "juniors" body and started having a "petite" body. I no longer fit into the slinky size sevens or even the looser size nines. The weight on my thighs is in different places than it used to be, on the sides instead of the back. And I guess my stomach's changed shape too, because many of the jeans that I could fit over my thighs ended up not fitting my waist (whereas many that fit my waist made my thighs feel like sausages.)
Lately I've been on a mission to find my real size. If sevens and nines were too small, I fretted, was I just fat? Was I becoming a huge and unsightly blob without realizing it?
And then I went to Old Navy and bough a pair of size eight jeans.
Odd numbers = Juniors and Even numbers = Women's.
And at first, my new size eight classic fit (read: not low rise) short-cut (because I am tiny) jeans fit perfectly... and then they started to sag, and I realized that a size eight was a size too big.
This did not make sense. Size seven was too small! Size nine was baggy in weird places, if it fit at all! WHAT IS THIS?
And then I bought a size six, petite short (because, again, I'm about two inches away from being considered a "little person").
And they were tight, but relaxed with a little wear.
And I realized something. Since these jeans come in different lengths (short, long, and average) as well as "petite" and "regular", and since they fit me the right way, but junior sizes were strangely shaped and low-rise and too long for my tiny, tiny legs...
I was a woman. I have a woman's body. I am almost twenty years old, and I'm a woman. And it's not so bad.

-10:21 PM

Thoughts

Sep. 8th, 2007 10:33 pm
ivyette: (Individual)
1. You never realize how many clothes you have until you reach into your closet and pull out clothes you've never seen before in your life. Multiple times. And they fit and look really, really good. I think I have a clothing fairy.
2. You also never realize how many clothes you have until you try to organize them by color and sleeve length. I gave up on color but my clothes are now organized by sleeveless, short sleeved, and long sleeved. And it took me about an hour, and my arm really hurt after awhile. AND I'M STILL NOT DONE.
3. When your mother says you smell like a cupcake and she thinks it's a bad thing, the world has gone crazy.
4. When you've developed a complex system for shampooing and conditioning your hair, you have too much time on your hands. And fabulous hair.
5. When Hannah Montana is the best thing on television, you know the world of television has really declined.
-10:45 PM

P.S. WHAT THE HELL JUST KNOCKED ON THE WINDOW?

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