I am a fashion MAVEN

[cjsmith]

wordweaverlynn posted her style rules, which I thought were nifty and keen, and (since she asked her readers) I was inspired to create my own set of rules.

But it didn't really turn out to be a set of rules. It's more like a set of things -- a very, very small set of things -- that I can wear.

Here is why I look so dumpy all the time:

Shirt:

Must be large enough that it does not draw attention to my boobs.
Must not have buttons down the center front - see above.
These two rules taken together mean that my shirts are always knit and incredibly baggy.
Cat hair is optional, but usually present.

Pants:

Must be the only pants in the world that come close to fitting me: Eddie Bauer jeans, with the hips a size bigger than the waist. These come in two colors: blue and blue.

(If I could find them with the hips two sizes bigger than the waist, they would actually fit, and I would probably wear them even into the shower due to overwhelming bliss.)

Socks:

I have recently discovered that boys' socks fit me. These come in one color scheme: white with gray on the bottom. They can be seen in my shower.

Shoes:

These because I can stand up in them and even walk some. They are black, and they look dashing with those white and gray socks sticking out the front.

Comments

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

I got those shoes when I had foot surgery in 1995. They are meant for patients recovering from wounds or surgery on the forward part of the foot. The surgery didn't help but the shoes did. So I found places online where I could order more when they fell apart.

They definitely make me walk on my heels, but they don't do anything for the inner edge versus outer edge kind of thing. Are you looking for something that will help you NOT walk on your heels, so that you can retrain your feet and legs, or for something that WILL help you walk on your heels, so that you're not straining too much to do it?

So has any doctor answered how the blazes you are supposed to lose weight when your legs don't work? I mean, okay, swim, but that's much harder on a person's schedule than, say, walking or running. Like by a factor of two or maybe three. Legs are pretty fundamental!

[ladyqkat.livejournal.com]

Swimming is out because I can't afford to go to a public pool and won't subject myself to crude remarks. And, when I did have insurance, it didn't cover water therapy for very long.

Right now, being unemployed and uninsured, I can't afford to go see a doctor. Which is going to play hell with my disability hearing. Since my bladder infection last May, I've lost about 20 - 25 pounds, but that is nothing compared to what I need to lose.

I used to walk on the balls of my feet and I know I was stronger when I could. That changed after a couple of falls on ice when I landed right on my crotch really hard and, in the same year, had a horrendous rash on my legs complicated by a bad case of edema. Right after that I 'lost' the ability to stand on my tip-toes - something I never had a problem with.

Sorry, I'm whining now. Just feeling very pity-partyish due to the depression.

Thanks for the info, though. It might come in handy sometime.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I wish you could go to the public pool I used to go to. Everyone there was TOTALLY well-behaved -- never even the hint of snideness, and we had every size and shape of body in there. :-( It's just that a twenty-minute workout, something I'd consider a bare minimum for the kind of health and vigor I wanted to maintain, took more than an hour. I don't have that kind of time on a work day.

I know there are shoes designed to make people walk on the balls of their feet and it is supposed to have all kinds of toning and strengthening benefits. So I totally believe you about being stronger when you could.

That is so strange, losing that ability. It sounds like a nerve thing to me. Do the muscles simply not do what you command them to? :-( :-( :-(

And hey, no kicking yourself when you're down ;-). We all get pity-partyish sometimes. Especially those of us with incurable medical conditions, because that just sucks in a particularly crucial way. I know I sure go into pity mode. *hug* if ya want one.