Friday, May 27, 2005 Honey, you'll never guess where I'm calling from!
My flat iron is heating in the other room, and I am typing in my skivvies, because I can't OMG decide what to wear. Outfit Challenge arises like the perfect storm from these concurrent factors:
-Last night when I gathered a load of laundry so giant it had to be divided into two loads, my housekeeper threw half the pile into the wash at random, and oh my god is she a stupid whore. In the pile of stuff I was not able to wash before I went to bed was pretty much every reasonable component of a work outfit.
-Today's outfit has to be comfortable enough to wear for a long day of semi-menial labor at the beauty parlor, yet attractive enough that I can wear it out later without shame once my backbreaking day of beauty is done and it's time to go destroy people at pool or whatever it is I do in my time off.
-No one at work has ever or will ever be like, "Is it really appropriate to wear that you total whore?" The most xxx-treme items of my wardrobe, when I've come to work wearing them for gothic monday or because I had no choice, have prompted nothing but compliments and imitation.
-I still have to get between the house and my job under the prying eyes of non-hairstylists, and they are not so open minded.
-I am so bored with making dumb little penny ante decisions like clothes, and I would rather be famous instead. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 5/27/2005 08:45:00 AM
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