My fashion sense

In the post-Christmas fashion shows, returns and trades, I have discovered my unique position in the fashion spectrum. Generally, I go for the wash-n-wear look. T-shirts, pants with pockets, clean socks and underwear. The common element is black, but I am willing to do some crazy things with colors.

As the oldest of several girls, I have become accustomed to the "collective closet" concept. Not necessarily voluntary, but if I need to borrow a coat, or someone needs a formal dress, we can consult the closets. In Christmases past, if something didn't fit, you could trade it or return it. This Christmas, when the pants for one sibling didn't fit, I became the happy owner of some new black cargos. The only funny part was that these pants were originally purchased for my little brother. *snerk*

(as a toast connoisseur, he helped me test my newest appliance)

Also mildly disturbing, the fact that my fashion sensibilities largely match those of my 11-year old goddaughter. She had some awesome black pants covered in pockets and zippers, a t-shirt and mismatched, but clean socks. I guess it is only appropriate that I basically wear a training bra.

This is the same 11-year old who totally schooled me at Guitar Hero. It was shaming.


But otherwise, I made out. The socks-n-underwear elves did me well. And now I have a wider selection of leisures to contribute to my scholarship stylings.

on the phone with GEICO/DMV. Grr.