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Seven Random and Weird Things

I’ve been memed by Tracee over at So Sioux Me and asked to post seven random and weird things about myself. In keeping with the theme of TWM, I’ve gone to my closet for inspiration. (And just so you know, this is our storage closet, not the closet I get dressed out of every day.)

  1. pirate dressI’m very proud of this dress because I made it. It’s the most complicated sewing project I’ve ever completed. I made it for the annual Halloween Pirate Pub Crawl we do with our friends.
  2. 100_0602.jpgYes, I own an ugly Christmas sweater. This one is vintage 1989. You never know when it will come in handy!
  3. 100_0604.jpgAn authentic Giants jersey from before the last uniform redesign. My sister and I were big fans back in high school.
  4. 100_0603.jpgA vintage leather minidress filched from my mom’s costume closet. My mom did costumes for a lot of our middle school plays so people gave her all kinds of interesting old clothes and jewelry.
  5. 100_0605.jpgThe crazy tie-died shirt I bought while in college at Sewanee. I remember wearing this to my initiation into Milliways (a drinking club) on Spring Party Weekend.
  6. 100_0608.jpgThese are my "skinny jeans." I bought them last year when all my other pants were too baggy and I wanted something fitted. Since then, I have gained ten pounds so they hang in the storage closet. But mark my words, one day I will fit into them again!
  7. 100_0611.jpgThe red satin cocktail dress I bought while on a business trip in England in 2000. This is what I was wearing the night I got the infamous updo. This is just one of the many dresses in my collection, which really deserves its own series of posts. I’ve been collecting dresses since high school.

A Bad Year for Khakis

Khaki pants are a useful, basic wardrobe staple. I began 2007 with three pairs of khakis: the skinny ones, the capris, and the fat ones.

Sometime in the spring, I ripped a big hole in my skinny khakis. I mourned their passing, for they made my butt look nice. But I didn’t mourn too much because a few extra pounds around my waist meant they didn’t fit all that well anymore. Plus, they had been badly hemmed so that the hems curled up after every wash if I didn’t iron them. Besides, I still had two other pairs of khakis left.

This summer, while helping move furniture into our new house, I got a mysterious grease and dirt stain on the capri khakis. Nothing I’ve tried has removed this giant gray blotch. These pants have been relegated to the “work clothes” pile. I still have hope that I can save them, but for now they can no longer be a part of my regular day-to-day wardrobe.

Last week, just before we left on a trip, I decided to wash and iron some clothes for my husband and myself. Unfortunately, he had left a pen in one of his shirt pockets and I didn’t find it until after the load came out of the washer. I examined the clothes and, miraculously, didn’t find any ink stains, so I put them in the dryer. Only when I started to iron them did I find the tiny ink dots scattered all over our pants, including my fat khakis. Hairspray will get ink out of clothes, but only if it’s still wet. Once they’ve gone through the dryer, it’s too late.

Last weekend I went to TJ Maxx and bought a new pair of khakis. I guess it’s about time.

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