Not Being Naked: day 3

This is actually for yesterday (Wednesday) because I just got home.

My ability to take mirror photos is improving, yes?

Denim skirt + neon green shirt + long blue sweater + Joseph and Mary necklace (it was my mom's) + neon green ring (gift from Carlos, possibly from a cereal box) + black hooker boots = 9/10

(-1 because you could see down my shirt)

1. Today's outfit needed to be versatile because I was going both to work and a show* at a tavern. Also, it really needed to be comfortable. It totally was.

2. I probably should have worn a warmer sweater.

3. Some people make fun of this shirt, but I like it.

*Pacific Nomadic. They are a good band. You should check them out if you like indie music and stuff. My friend drums for them and he is a good drummer.

Not Being Naked: day 2

I don't know how to take good mirror pictures.

Grey and white dress + black fake leather jacket + black hooker boots + turquoise bracelet (thrifted) = 8/10 (-1 for the wrinkled dress, -1 for being unable to take the jacket off without undershirt hanging out--not classy)

1. I love this dress. It is so comfortable.

2. This jacket is also much loved by me.

3. I like these boots although they have no traction and/or may be trying to kill me in a wet parking lot.

Not Being Naked: day 1

Like Kayla, my face was too awkward to be published.

purple checkered shirt + grey pencil skirt + black vest-type thing + black sandals + blue square necklace (gift from Jean-Baptiste--purchased in Paris, probably by his mom) = 6/10

1. I really like this shirt, because it is a button down shirt that actually buttons without being too tight in the chest AND without fitting like a dress overall. This is rare.

2. I also really like this skirt although it doesn't seem to photograph very well.

3. Trying to figure out whether or not I should keep the vest. Thoughts?

4. I love those shoes although they are starting to become impractical, weather-wise. They were seven dollars at Papaya on "clearance" when I bought them and I liked them so much I vowed to go back and buy up all their other pairs. However, when I went back they had been jacked back up to twelve. Jerks. Pros of these shoes: wearing them feels like being barefoot. Cons: wearing them feels like being barefoot. I remembered this while taking Sego into the backyard through the muddy, leaf-strewn grass. Gross.

My dog hates me.

So today Judith and I were perusing Target and I insisted we check out the cheap Halloween candy. I was then immediately sideswiped by the Halloween decor/costume aisle which proclaimed:

90 PERCENT OFF. Hells yeah.

These FOUR dog costumes cost me a grand total of 4.16

Bumblebee. This one is my favorite I think.

White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. A little big, needs some minor alterations.

Headless horseman from the Ichabod Crane stories (you can't really see,

but that's a headless dude with a pumpkin head riding him)

Hot dog. Get it?

He may or may not have spent the rest of the evening hiding from me.

Not Being Naked: prologue

Mission:

Straight from Miss Kendi's mouth.

"take 30 items from my closet (shoes included) and mix them into 30 different outfits over about a month period...Shoes are included in the count, coats and accessories (i.e. tights, jewelry, hats, gloves, and so on) are not...[Also] no shopping for 30 days."

This is one of those projects that has the potential to alienate my male readership, because not all males care about clothes. That's why I put the word "naked" in the title. Just trying to keep things interesting for everyone.

Plus, it's my blog! I do what I want!

The materials:

I can't always remember where my clothes came from, but I'll try. Also, most bloggers are posting photos of their items, but I figure that would ruin the surprise. Slash, I'm lazy.

Note: when writing about clothes, consistent capitalization is 4 losers

Tops:

Black t-shirt (Costco)

White t-shirt (Wal-mart)

Neon green t-shirt (Macys?)

blue v-neck t-shirt (urban outfitters)

Brown peasant blouse (boutique in Paris)*

purple checkered shirt (thrifted)

White blouse (gift from Mom)

Other white blouse (Nordstrom?)**

total = 8

*See? I am actually classy. This cancels out the Costco and Wal-mart.

**So I like white blouses. So what?

Sweaters:

long blue sweater (Forever 21)

long white sweater (JC Penney?)

orange sweater (thrifted)

other orange sweater (some shop in Hungary)*

total = 4

*also got a thing for orange sweaters.

Skirts:

Grey pencil skirt (target)

Other grey pencil skirt (thrifted)*

denim skirt (gift from Mom)

other denim skirt (thrifted)*

brown skirt (target)

total = 5

*So I like grey pencil/denim skirts. So what?

Dresses:

brown polka dot dress (BYU bookstore ... I know)

short blue dress (urban outfitters)

short red dress (thrifted)

grey and white dress (thrifted)

total = 4

Pants:

total = 0

I don't wear any pants. No, seriously. I don't.

Leggings:

black (forever 21)

white (target?)

total = 2

Misc.

black vest-type thing (urban outfitters?)

total = 1

Jackets:

black fake leather jacket (Target)

total = 1

Shoes:

grey fake snakeskin shoes (thrifted)

chacos (online)*

black sandals (papaya)

total = 3

*theses are not exactly fashion-friendly, but I love them and cannot live a whole month without them.

Boots:

black hooker boots (thrifted)

red superhero boots (thrifted)

total = 2

Let's get this "wearing clothes every day" thing STARTED

(The project starts tomorrow)

xoxoxoxox

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Fun times, girly times

As always, Kayla is my inspiration. I'm totally doing this.

You can too, if you wish.

WOOOOO CLOTHING

Being clothed is better than being naked in many situations.

If only I had this shirt.

Brought to you by the letter B.

I have some of the coolest friends the world has ever known. But first, inside jokes!

Those of you who have been perusing my Facebook profile of late may have noticed the scads of boob jokes that have been taking over my page in the past few days. I mean, more than usual. Here is why. The letter B is heavily, inextricably involved.

It all started with blackberries. Not the cellular device, but these:

Attractive photo of my hand brought to you by Greg.

Over the summer, Greg and Wills drove up from the Utah to visit. While they were in town, we spent an afternoon picking blackberries and making jars and jars of delicious jam that I am still working my way through.

While we picked berries and got attacked by stinging nettles, we talked about everything. This was not long after I had discovered that I had been wearing the wrong bra size my entire life. Greg and Wills are those rare, awesome kind of guys that they don't get weirded out by anything I say, so I told them the story and how much better my back felt/hotter I looked when I wore a bra that fit me properly. I even showed them the photographic evidence (clothed). I also complained about how expensive odd-sized bras are, and how I probably won't be able to afford to re-stock my lingerie drawer for a while.

Fast forward to last Saturday. My birthday. I received a package from Provo, and what do you think was inside??

TWO gorgeous, perfectly-fitting bras!! My Provo family (Wills, Greg, Justin, Chandler, Colin, Lance, Austin, Sarah, Colleen, Vilja, Ashley, and Brooke) all chipped in and sent me not only two amazingly comfortable undergarments but also cards chock full of dirty jokes! Clearly, these people know what I like. It made me a little sad to think of them getting together and telling dirty jokes without me, but at the same time, it's definitely the best way to celebrate my life. I hope they tell lots of dirty jokes at my funeral.

The cards, plus the one I got from Judith.

Here is my favorite one reproduced for your pleasure:

Dear Elisa,

Words cannot express the tender feelings in my breast. You've been such a supportive friend for so many years that this is hardly tit-for-tat. Still, these large tokens of my esteem take a load of debt off my chest. I mean it's not like I've been racked with guilt about it, but you've poured out jugs of friendly service, and this is really the best I can do, my bosom friend. I miss you loads. I thought of you while eating melons from our garden. Hope Seattle is treating you well. Hang in there.

Chandler

In fact, all the people I like are way better than the people you like. This is proof.

Also fact: my shirts are fitting better than ever. I like to think they are being held up by love.