People liked my orange pants, I guess.
What a waste though because you couldn’t see them, and they were super-sweaty on my calves. But the only other black shoes I have are Danskos, and I thought Kate the Ginger Menace would tsk at me if I wore clogs with my sassy orange pants. KATE, YOU’RE IN MY HEAD.
Other than the squeeziness on my calves, I liked this outfit OK. I’d wear it again.
I’d definitely wear the next get-up.
(Sorry about the shmutz on the mirror. Sixth graders.)
I love this outfit and will definitely wear the shit out of it… as soon as I get the shirt fixed. I pulled on a stray thread, and the whole hem came out of the back. Bullshit. I’m taking it back to BR, and they’re going to sew it up, or I’ma put a world of hurt on them.
OK. So. I promised Kate I would wear a skirt once every two weeks (wah!). Well, the school district called a delayed opening on Monday because of inclement weather—that meant I’d have to wear the skirt for three fewer hours than other days (woohooooooooooo!)—so I went for it.
Now, I built the outfit around the tall boots. I was really psyched about showing them off. But when I got dressed, I realized the skirt came down to mid-knee, and the boots came up to mid-knee, and the result was that nary a bit o’ leg showed betwixt, aaaaaand it looked like I had prosthetic legs.
So I switched to my pointy flats.
[Side note: On our shopping trip, Kate kept trying to get me to buy heels.
Kate: What about these?
Me: Those are heels.
Kate: But they’d look so good!
Me: Kate! I told you I can’t wear heels*!
Kate: But they’d look so gooooooooooood.
Me: Kate! It’s a medical issue! After I wore those strappy blue sandals with the wedge heel to Craig and Michelle’s party last summer, my toes were numb until Wednesday. The party was on a Saturday, and I couldn’t feel my feet until Wednesday.
Kate: …What about a kitten heel?
Me: Bah!
*It looks like the tall boots have a heel, but it’s, like, an inch, and besides, they’re Aerosoles, thus they’re pretty cushy. Even so, my toes tingle by the end of the day.]
Kate wanted me to buy a girdle to wear with this skirt. (Nowadays, people say “Spanx”, but let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?) I felt like I was going above and beyond the call of duty by wearing not only the skirt but the tights too, so
Verdict: I felt totally uncomfortable the entire (albeit shortened) day. Kate said, “You look great! What would we have to do to make you comfortable in this?”
I said, “Make it into pants.”
Damn Amy, you know you’re hot, right??? I hope you do.
:D
Note: I did not *want* you to buy Spanx, I only asked if they’d make you feel more comfortable. I personally find that shit uncomfortable as hell, but I know other people like them and swear by them and I’m not in other people’s bodies. I think you look UH-MAZE-ING-LY FANTACULAR (that’s fantastic and spectacular) in your new wardrobe, I just want you to feel that way, too. I want it RULL HARD. And I’ll keep work-harder-kateing until you do. ‘Cause that’s how I roll.
My bad, Kate. You’re doing a yeoman’s work here, and I appreciate the shit out of it—I hope you know that.
i love you, kate.
i hope it won’t be awkward between us, should we ever meet.
but…
i love you.
amy. you. loooook. GOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! lovelovelove. i love you.
Love your outfits! I LOVE fashion, and think it’s so much fun.
Gotta agree with the other girls here – loved your outfits. Especially the orange pants! and the color block sweater really accentuates your slim middle so I thought that was particularly cute. Good work, Amy!
I also gotta agree with the other girls here. Especially the gap jeans, stripey shirt deal. Color block sweater is fab, fab, fab. Orange pants! You’re utter cuteness in the skirt-thing too. So, all around, total success.
Love, B
Hahaha! Thanks, girl.