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twincityhackerI was looking though my closet for clothes for going out to dinner with my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Jim, and I came across my two evening gowns. Both are red, and inspired by dress designs from the fourties.
Most of the time, I don't really care what I look like. Part of this is depresion, as I didn't even want to get cleaned up when I was muddy. The other is that I just don't really give a damm. But there are times where I just want to be fucking gorgeous. Dress up my hair fancy, put on some make-up, and strut my stuff because I am just that awesome.
The only problem with this is that if I do get dressed up, I feel that there's no place to go to, well, show-off. I've toyed with wearing the shorter dress - it only goes up to mid-calf! gasp! - to do grocery shopping. It's easier to move around in.
Desicions. Decisions. Decisions. But I have to go get dressed. In something warmer than an evening gown as even though it's seventy-one degrees, it's that chilly dampness out that makes the temperature feel so much colder.
Most of the time, I don't really care what I look like. Part of this is depresion, as I didn't even want to get cleaned up when I was muddy. The other is that I just don't really give a damm. But there are times where I just want to be fucking gorgeous. Dress up my hair fancy, put on some make-up, and strut my stuff because I am just that awesome.
The only problem with this is that if I do get dressed up, I feel that there's no place to go to, well, show-off. I've toyed with wearing the shorter dress - it only goes up to mid-calf! gasp! - to do grocery shopping. It's easier to move around in.
Desicions. Decisions. Decisions. But I have to go get dressed. In something warmer than an evening gown as even though it's seventy-one degrees, it's that chilly dampness out that makes the temperature feel so much colder.
