Thursday, August 29, 2002

Since I Did Last Week's Friday Five Late, Here's This Week's, A Tiny Bit Early

1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? Um, I don't know that I have one, really. I mean, in the past I've had favorite shirts, but I wore the last one out, and it hasn't really been replaced in my affections... I am very fond of my official Indiana Jones fedora, but I don't wear it much any more. It's gotten pretty badly faded. Why didn't Indy ever have that problem?

2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? To be disturbingly honest? Some bras that fit properly. Some hiking boots that fit properly would be nice, too. Apparently much of my anatomy is just difficult to clothe...

3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why? Actually, I'm really bad about throwing anything out. I've got all kinds of clothes that no longer fit, or have holes in them, or that I've finally realized are hideously ugly, or that I just never seem to wear. And yet, it all just hangs there in my closet/sits there in my drawers. Forever.

4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in? I rather like the way I look in denim shirts, but then, I have no sense of style whatsoever, so you shouldn't take my word for it.

5. What has been your biggest fashion accident? Hey, my entire wardrobe probably constitutes a fashion accident to people who actually have a sense of fashion. But I appear to have been born without that gene. I just don't pay much attention to clothes, really. I mean, geez, you should see what I'm wearing right now... But, let's see, if I had to pick a single "oh my god, I don't believe I actually wore that" item... Uh, I did used to have this black polyester vest -- a hand-me-down from one of my mother's friends, yet -- with a really big collar, and big pockets on which I'd sewed[*] Star Trek patches. I think one of them showed a hand doing the Vulcan salute and said "Live long and prosper," and the other had a picture of the Enterprise and said "Keep On Trekkin'." It was an unbelievably dorky garment, even by the standards of the dorkiest period of my teenage years. The scary thing is, given that I never throw anything out, I'm pretty sure I probably still have it around somewhere.

[*] OK, gotten my mother to sew. I can't so much as thread a needle.

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