To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood
Friday, February 19, 2010
Today's outfit: ribbed cashmere leggings worn as drop-crotch trousers, "Las Vegas" t-shirt, enormous white faux yak-fur vest, cowboy boots, many rhinestone necklaces and by "many" we mean, like, ten.
Homeless gentleman on subway: MEOW! SEXY KITTY!
Small child on subway: Mommy! What IS that?
"Steve": Oh! My, that's... I am... are you going somewhere after work?
Le R.: It's FASHION WEEK, "Steve."
(Silence)
"Steve": Oh, I thought maybe you had started some kind of medication.
Don't forget! KEVIN SAMPSELL AT WORD BOOKSTORE, TONIGHT! We will be the most deranged-looking fabulous person there, if you want to say hi.
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I want photos.
Man, I wish I could wear that to work. My job got all pissy just because I wore a t-shirt with a picture of a pregnant woman blowing her brains out. It was ART, dammit!
Yes, but is it VINTAGE yak-fur?
Well... ARE you on medication?
You didn't respond to that one.
Um... and where on earth did you find a faux yak in this climate?
Um... and where on earth did you find a faux yak in this climate?
It was really a fat llama.
"Started some medication!" SPLUTTER! I'm with CK, pics please!
"She's really a princess."
"Really? And you're a great sorcerer. And I'm the king of Cashmere. Go to sleep, Willow."
If being great is being misunderstood, then I'm flipping amazing. ;)
I could say something funny here, but you probably wouldn't understand me.
Yak-fur?
Really?
Man, I miss having a boss that considered my fashion sense peculiar and chemically induced.
Now, when I wear something strange, my three-year-old just hands me a tiara and says I look pretty. Where's the thrill?
You had me at "ribbed cashmere."
And criminy...faux yak fur? Awesomesauce!
Today at work (read: day care center of one at my home with a scheduled outing to the big brother's kindergarten class to bring pizza for their Mardis Gras festivities) I am wearing:
Mizunos that I bought for running
Gap jeans that ought to hold out for a few more days before I have to wash them
sweatshirt bedecorated with dryer melted crayon (blue, if you must know)
I am ROCKING fashion week.
*sigh* the only comment that will come to me is in Han Solo's voice: "Laugh it up fuzzball".
Either I really have seen Star Wars too many times or my brain is trying to tell me you were going for Wookie-chic.
Laurel: One word. HOT ;)!
Yes, yes, yes... but what was the medication?
Word verification: courge
It's a combination of "scourge" and "courage" - like our Le R.!
I want me some of that medication. And yes, as CKHB says, PHOTOS!
I need medication...or a fak yak fur jacket.
You didn't give the homeless guy your number, did you? Then I would have suspected some kind of medication.
I'll see your vest and raise you a Persian lamb coat. Seriously, would love to see that ensemble.
Keep 'em guessing!
Shame on Steve! He needs some Fashion Week medication/education.
@ Rebecca: You know it! That boy I married is so damn lucky. Plus I have accessorized aforementioned outfit with the patina of supper...chicken and wild rice casserole, and more importantly, a couple of Crown and gingers. Now I am not only a visual masterpiece, but olfactory as well.
Take that, Fashion Icons!
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