Dude, where's my signpost?
Nov. 14th, 2003 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeI have the oddest feeling today--pair of feelings, really; one, that there's some kind of nexus right ahead, and two, that I'm open and receptive and ready for whatever change is going to happen as a result. It's not dissimilar to how I was feeling...*search LJ backlog*...last December, but outward-focussed, not inward.
Or maybe it's just the tea.
More mundanely: so we went to Century 21 (in New York, this is not a real-estate company, but a discount department store) last night. I knew they were like Daffy's or Filene's Basement in that they carry remaindered designer stuff, but we're not talking just DKNY or Kenneth Cole, we're talking Versace and Dolce & Gabbana. Which means, of course, they have metric tons of stuff for the size-6s of the world. Bah.
This was more frustrating than usual, because there were so many things so very suited to my taste (a redundant statement, really, considering I said they carried Versace!). Also, I'm having a bizarroland problem wherein I try on things which purport to be a size 12, but the waist is too big and the hips too small--which means they should probably be junior sizes (i.e. 11 or 13) rather than misses (12). Annoying though it is, because my goal really is to buy some damn clothes, it's a little bit of warm fuzzy to be able to say to myself, "Self, this size 12 skirt is too damn big in the waist, by almost a handspan", meaningless though it is for practical purposes. The score for the evening was an aqua-and-black sparkly dress, which is wholly unsuitable as a dressy casual garment but I really REALLY liked it so there, and a black micro-mini-skirt. Never had me one o' them before. Steve gave it two thumbs up. It occurs to me, however, that wearing it now the weather's turned cold is going to be an exercise in iron endurance.
Tonight, we see Master and Commander. There was a review on NPR this morning, and it makes me fear that they're going to blur out a lot of the complexity in both Aubrey and Maturin (and in the friendship between them) in the service of Hollywood silhouetting, but what can you do? Unless they committed to a multi-movie series and started at the beginning, which they aren't, they probably couldn't do it justice anyways. So I won't trouble my fuzzy little head over it. Tomorrow, shopping for bed and silverware and...there was something else. Bugger. Sunday: Paintball.
Edit: it seems "Current Music" has a character limit. How 'bout that.
Or maybe it's just the tea.
More mundanely: so we went to Century 21 (in New York, this is not a real-estate company, but a discount department store) last night. I knew they were like Daffy's or Filene's Basement in that they carry remaindered designer stuff, but we're not talking just DKNY or Kenneth Cole, we're talking Versace and Dolce & Gabbana. Which means, of course, they have metric tons of stuff for the size-6s of the world. Bah.
This was more frustrating than usual, because there were so many things so very suited to my taste (a redundant statement, really, considering I said they carried Versace!). Also, I'm having a bizarroland problem wherein I try on things which purport to be a size 12, but the waist is too big and the hips too small--which means they should probably be junior sizes (i.e. 11 or 13) rather than misses (12). Annoying though it is, because my goal really is to buy some damn clothes, it's a little bit of warm fuzzy to be able to say to myself, "Self, this size 12 skirt is too damn big in the waist, by almost a handspan", meaningless though it is for practical purposes. The score for the evening was an aqua-and-black sparkly dress, which is wholly unsuitable as a dressy casual garment but I really REALLY liked it so there, and a black micro-mini-skirt. Never had me one o' them before. Steve gave it two thumbs up. It occurs to me, however, that wearing it now the weather's turned cold is going to be an exercise in iron endurance.
Tonight, we see Master and Commander. There was a review on NPR this morning, and it makes me fear that they're going to blur out a lot of the complexity in both Aubrey and Maturin (and in the friendship between them) in the service of Hollywood silhouetting, but what can you do? Unless they committed to a multi-movie series and started at the beginning, which they aren't, they probably couldn't do it justice anyways. So I won't trouble my fuzzy little head over it. Tomorrow, shopping for bed and silverware and...there was something else. Bugger. Sunday: Paintball.
Edit: it seems "Current Music" has a character limit. How 'bout that.
