Shopping in my closet
29/1/11 18:48![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkemeraldsAfter discovering that the Interim Holy Grail jeans fit today, I got really daring and decided to try on some other stuff from the back of my closet.
The only things in this outfit that fit me a month ago were the scarf, the purse, and the suitcase. Today everything fit--jeans, leather jacket, starched off-white shirt, and shoes--so I test-wore it all (minus the suitcase) to Ikea, then, finding that it worked well, I took some pictures of it.
Only five minutes after taking the pictures, I walked back into the living room and about had a heart palpitation because for a second, in my mind, there was this very grandiose-sized person lounging on my couch.
(It's startling, really, for me to see how large I am. I don't mean fatness, just...bigness. I forget, most of the time. But those jeans and shoes really painted the picture for me: I contain multitudes, etc.)
The outfit worked so well and felt so close to my native style that I put it back on for a second set of errands, this time by bike. It would have looked great on Clyde, who is Red with a capital Red, but big weekend grocery shopping calls for the sturdier talents of Eleanor O, who is black and white, so I was not quite as cycle chic as I could've wished.
But the very idea that I can approach "cycle chic" (with disclaimers for being up in years and still quite heavy) is thrilling me down to my big, happy toes.
The only things in this outfit that fit me a month ago were the scarf, the purse, and the suitcase. Today everything fit--jeans, leather jacket, starched off-white shirt, and shoes--so I test-wore it all (minus the suitcase) to Ikea, then, finding that it worked well, I took some pictures of it.
Only five minutes after taking the pictures, I walked back into the living room and about had a heart palpitation because for a second, in my mind, there was this very grandiose-sized person lounging on my couch.
(It's startling, really, for me to see how large I am. I don't mean fatness, just...bigness. I forget, most of the time. But those jeans and shoes really painted the picture for me: I contain multitudes, etc.)
The outfit worked so well and felt so close to my native style that I put it back on for a second set of errands, this time by bike. It would have looked great on Clyde, who is Red with a capital Red, but big weekend grocery shopping calls for the sturdier talents of Eleanor O, who is black and white, so I was not quite as cycle chic as I could've wished.
But the very idea that I can approach "cycle chic" (with disclaimers for being up in years and still quite heavy) is thrilling me down to my big, happy toes.
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