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

[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.