Fact: I am having a fashion-backwards day today. It’s like the me of twelve years ago possessed my body and dressed me in utterly dowdy and lumpish attire. I’m wearing an ankle-length grey flannel skirt with an elastic waist, and a dull blue long-sleeved work shirt with a gray knit sleeveless pullover on top, giving me that untucked, layered, shapeless appeal that my mother encouraged me to foster when I was 13. And I’m wearing it with tan sandals. It’s as though my entire body is wearing a fabric sandwich board that’s subliminally screaming, “I’ve had it! I can’t take being noticed by anyone! Please look away from me!”
Fact: I just did some serious retail therapy at the Textile Museum. I bought five quilt books, including that Japanese Crests book from Dover that isn’t really about quilting at all. Oh, and
Fact: I also did some ‘eat-my-emotions’ therapy, which combined nicely with my outfit by being a throwback to high school lunches. Yes, kids, it’s a chicken burger with fries, gravy and a coke! Grooosssss. To add insult to injury, they only had those newfangled ‘NEW Coke with Lime’ cans in stock, and after five sips and some serious facial scrunching, I can conclusively state that it tastes like Coke with a dash of Aqua Velva men’s aftershave thrown in. Grooossss.
Fact 1: why did your mother encourage frumpy at 13?
Fact 2: kudos for retail therapy. Cookie Sutra is awesome.
Fact 3: gross. if find you can vaguely taste the lime is you drink continuously and try to ignore the heady scent of bargain basement aftershave. nummy for all the wrong reasons.
When I drink Coke-Lime my stomach gurgles and feels bloated and not in any remotely good way. I have chosen to stay away from it. Bleck!