out of the closet

Let's all bow our heads and have a moment of silence for the following purged items:

• a shiny silver suit Stacy thrifted for me, one piece at a time. I wore the jacket one memorable night at C*8, and I've been waiting to slim down enough to wear the whole outfit. The painful fact is that even if I lose 20 pounds, giving birth has irrevocably changed my hip shape.
• the turquoise and green dress in which I met Callum Keith Rennie. I threw it in the washing machine last year and shrunk the outer layer. I'm going to hope that some smaller girl thinks that the extra fringe is a design feature.
• the grey cardigan my grandmother gave me in the mid-90's. When everyone else aspired to the frumpy cardigan, I cornered the market.
• the skirt-that-may-as-well-be-a-belt that I inherited from Scherezade and wore to my 28th birthday celebration.
• the velvet tunic I found at Good Will By the Pound in '97. I interviewed the Heads in that goth-figure-skater-gone-wrong outfit.
• the navy blouse that was a staple of my first office wardrobe in '95.
• the denim jumper I bought with Alexi and wore over a series of little t-shirts. Also, the little black t-shirt I bought that day.
• the black and purple dress that made the Lawyer give me a good once-over when he came by to see if I was going to Tea one fall afternoon in '97.
• a number of items I inherited and kept even though they didn't look good on me.

I think I feel better. I also hope to return to more paragraph-formatted entries in the near future, but right now I only have time for bullet points.

Labels: friends, house rich, nostalgia, outfits

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