Showing posts with label meh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meh. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 June 2010

In which dress shopping is anything but joyful.

I tried shopping for a dress today. I tried it four ways, which i will now review:

Online:Soon overwhelmed, no idea how any of this will look and feel on, too much choice but not enough information. I'm one of those people that walks around shops feeling the clothes, testing cloth for thickness, quality, strech etc. so online shopping for me exists by pre defined parameters (ie, I buy stuff online that I've seen and tried on in person)On my own:
I checked Debenhams, dorothy perkins. I was bored by the selection. I didn't try anything on. I tried 3 dresses on in Monsoon. on reflection, these were not too bad. I can't remember properly though, my head is too full of dresses.With a friend:
Clearly the most fun way to do it, obviously choice of friend is important: one who knows my shopping habits well and does not give false compliments, and likes looking at dresses. with her i tried on more dresses, all of them looked pretty cool, and we favoured one in bright orange, which looked well awesome, just not quite the right fit. we re-checked Debenhams, looked in Oasis, and even M&S though we walked straight back out again. On leaving she suggested i try a bridal shop, which was having a sale. With a shop assistant:
By far the most frustrating experience. What size do you wear? she asks, 'fourteen' I say. Ok. What do you like? she asks... I say short in length, bright colours, no V-necks. She eyes my fair colouring, apple shape and chest, and says: I'll see what I can find!

Upon return she brings a wrap around frilly dress in light pink, size 12. it looks like 5os nightwear. It's not really what I had in mind. in fact, it's the opposite of what I had in mind. still, what do I know? I try it on. I look like a fairy. Anyone that knows me will know that my aim in life is not to look like a fairy. 'It's not really what i'm after.' I tell her. I wish I was more assertive. 'I think it looks lovely she said, so feminine!' (erk) I don't want to look 'feminine'. 'Feminine' always sounds like it should be followed by the words 'Hygeine' and 'Product'. The words I want to describe my look include 'fuckin awesome' 'bright' 'funky' and 'bangin' I do NOT want to look 'feminine'. Same goes for 'elegant' 'busty' 'thinner' 'sophisticated' 'mature' 'sweet' 'pretty' and 'shapely'.

I left feeling like poop. This girl spent a good half an hour trying to squeeze me into various hideous contraptions in mauve, pink and other shades for people who are not me.

Listening to other women in the shop, I despaired. there was a lady who was going to be mother-of the-bride in a few months. She looked nearly 60, and was tall and slim, a headmistress of a secondary school, she told the staff. They told her she looked thin, and young, and tiny. Her husband hated the outfit, said she didn't look 'like herself'. The shop staff did their best to distract him and shut him up. 'My' assistant was still trying hard to find something to further ruin my self esteem.

I thought about how these formal clothes go about making an image. Behind the curtain I could hear an intelligent and successful woman, trying to look tiny. As I waited I looked at what I had on, brightly coloured beads, a fluffy short haircut, green and orange nails, leggings, 80s fluorescent sandals in multicolor, a neon purple watch and leopard print bag, with black leggings and a purple bikini top (worry not, I had shorts and t shirts over this getup, it's just this was what i wore on my dress changing marathon.) when i think about what I look like, these things are 'what I like', symbols of things i value, bright colours, garish prints and funky patterns, things that are loud and fun. why was this woman bringing me floral pastel v necks?

and then it hit me: Gok and his ilk. just as any woman who has ever studied a women's magazine in the summer knows, there are certain 'rules' in clothing that simply must be abided.

Some of these rules I find useful. The idea that as a top heavy lady, I should enlist better support than a teeny triangles halterneck bikini is sound. It is no fun running around on the beach in something that itsy bitsy.

Anyway, here is the advice for my shape, as lifted from the 'Debenhams' website:

Apple-shaped - Apple-shaped bodies are larger on top and smaller below. People with this shape often have a short neck and it is important to make the neck look longer by wearing tops with a v-neckline. Avoid anything figure hugging as this will only draw attention to your waist. Wide legged trousers or flared skirts look great on Apple Shaped bodies.

Now. I follow exactly none of these suggestions. I have utterly fantastic legs. I want them to be free!! You will mostly find me in tights or leggings, a 'figure hugging' miniskirt and a t shirt. with short sleeves. These are also contentious according to the following drivel:

Arms and legs – Arm and legs can be troublesome areas when buying clothes. Take a long hard look at your upper arms. If your upper arms are flabby then wear three-quarter or half-length sleeve shirts and tops this will stop you feeling self-conscious. Long lean legs will suit any style of skirt but if you are unsure what skirt will suit just remember that a skirt should end just above the slimmest part of your leg.

The grammar here is actually worse than mine. Damn those troublesome arms and legs! If only I didn't have to have these stupid troublesome limbs! I actually find my arms and legs to be incredibly useful for buying clothes too. My legs help me to get into the shops, and I use my arms to pick up clothes and try them on. Most clothes accommodate limbs by having strategically placed holes or even tubes to put the limbs into. But once i have taken a long hard look at my flabby upper arms I should really be more self concious and cover up these abominations.

So once I have hidden my arms, and my legs (noooooooooo) the next step is to distract from my non existent neck (ey??) with a V neck, and avoid ANYTHING figure hugging, because seriously, who would want to see a waist like mine? What would that outfit look like exactly? I can only imagine it would have to be a baggy full length, flared out dress with a V-neck. Basically, a sack, with a V-shaped hole in it.

Shop assistant girl has evidently read and memorised such shite. She forgets that perhaps it is not the be all and end all of womens existance to look 'tiny' 'thin' and 'sophisticated'. Why is this the goal? I want to look the size I am, because I am this size and I like it. If I did not, I could resort to surgary, 'lifestyle change' or counselling. But, uh, no. I present the fashion industry with my shape and all I ask in return is that they help me to cover it. I want to look fun, friendly, bright, confident, intelligent. I want to look like I am glowing with the happiness of life, that I am thankful for what I have and comfortable with who I am.

If I were the headmistress of a school, I would like to look formidable, intelligent, amazing, sharp, confident, accomplished. Fabulous. In fact, that's how I want to look now.

As I was being pulled and squeezed into 10s and 12s to the point of being unable to breathe (breathing space seemed to be an optional extra rather than integral to the design of many of the dresses) I wished I was stronger and could tell the whole shop present that I think they have got it wrong and there is much more to style and dresses than looking as small and fragile as possible and that perhaps we had it all wrong but that fight is for another day.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

ill kiddie

i am not very well.

i am totally not used to this, i picked up a bad cough on friday and was too run down to fight it and then it became a full blown cold.

i guess this is what i deserve for this weekend, where i climbed along a wall, tried to sail a boat and build a bridge, built a raft and paddled it around, got soaked quite a few times, took a couple of cold showers, ate canteen food and didn't sleep enough.

tough as the weekend was the people on my course are stars and i am well glad i went!

but yeh, i'm gunna need a few days off work to recover from this. dave is making me a niace curry i can smell it which means it must be good!! :-)

mel visits soon and i would like to be over this by then, i should be anyway!

Friday, 29 May 2009

meerrgghh

(a cross between urgh and meh)

how i feel about having to work all weekend whilst the sun shines on!

Thursday, 14 May 2009

crappy job situation

i need another job, preferably one i like, that isn't too far away, that pays me and maybe actually guarantees me some hours every week. i dunno if that's too much to ask really.

i'll take a longer distance for a relevant job. i'll have crappy pay for the right area (though if the pay is so crappy that it'll cost me more to get to work than i will actually earn there then i'll reconsider!)

why is this so hard to do? every time i think i'm getting somewhere i come up againt yet another reason it's not gunna work. i like to think i'm not workshy! anyway, i'm starting a course this evening, and hopefully (fingers crossed) there will be some networking and maybe a few opportunities come up there. the current deal is like a 24 hour work week, (not guaranteed, highly variable) 8 hours of volunteering and some course just starting, need more!! anyhoo, lets keep waiting, again. can't go forwards can't go backwards just stuck in the middle waiting for opportunities to jump on!

Sunday, 3 May 2009

linux widow

teh b/f has installed linux.

all i can do it sit here and occasionally stroke his shoulder in a comforting? way as he 'meeeeeh's and weeps at every little thing that goes wrong.

it's the most beautiful sunny day today, hopefully later will mean bbq on he beach, but for now i sit here feeling confusion, sympathy, boredom, frustration.

'i've just got it back to the point i was last time i booted it up' he says.

he does it to himself, he does.

more later (it's only day 2)

Thursday, 26 March 2009

a sad and moving read

about a lady who's son has autism, and upon reaching adulthood became violent and dangerous, and how she, as a mother, has had to deal with it.

hopefully by next week i will have something upbeat on here...

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

today i heard some bad news, i knew news was coming for some time, but i didn't know what sort of news it would be. it was bad news. i'm in a bit of a numb feeling disappointed, angry, sad mood, i never was that great with words, but i dont think there is one for this. for some reason, i now feel i should post the lyrics to 99 red balloons, because it just seems right to do...

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, Something's out there.
Floating in the summer sky.
99 red balloons go by.

99 red balloons.
floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky.
Where 99 red balloons go by.

99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk.
With orders to identify.
To clarify and classify.
Scramble in the summer sky.
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 dreams I have had.
In every one a red balloon.
It's all over and I'm standing pretty.
In this dust that was a city.
If I could find a souvenier.
Just to prove the world was here.
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.

Monday, 2 March 2009

boring update

* handed in an essay, hopefully finished with that course now
* no idea when i will know if it passed/ not, wondering if i care.
* i got some new plates/ bowls etc this weekend, they are cool
* as above, but with cutlary. v pretty and lifetime guaranteed!
* made curries yesterday, were good, nom nom nom best nice
* had a cold this weekend, maybe manflu, am kinda tired today, perhaps unrelated
* am now upset about irregular line length, in this post, alas.
* bet this cool effect doesn't even show up when i post this, meh

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Quoted...

http://finallyfeminism101.wordpress.com/2008/06/16/you-feminists-just-want-to-tell-women-to-do-what-you-want-instead-of-letting-them-choose-and-we-all-know-girls-choose-the-girly-stuff/


That line “I hope they have a similar program for males! That’s true equality,” is like sandpaper on a wound. I hear that stuff all the time and I don’t even know how to deal with it.

I have a friend who has a great response to this: if you have a cold bath, and you want to make it warm, you don’t add more cold water. You only add hot water.

Saturday, 21 February 2009

photog laws

http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/21/britains-nophotograp.html

new law says u can't take a picture of a police offic0r working = v bad news IMH0.

this law iterests me so i'm gunna keep posting teh links about it.

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

my 200th posty

so i am not working this week due to stupid backache from my hectic life of being unemployed and having no life.

last week, to distract myself from the pain of mondays, before americans wake up and write things i can be bothered to read, i got myself an exercise ball. new exercise, new routine, new job, new friends at work, new yoofs to worry about lalala nice.

it arrived yesterday, before the back pain of doom cased an impromptu trip to a&e and today, since i am off work in pain etc, i am pumping it up.

now, contrary to my own opinion of myself (complicated) i really like exercise, i just have crappy memories of a lot of it. i had some good fun at uni, loved circuit training and old skool sweat, riding my bike around and chopping up logs... i go on too much

but anyway, it's kinda important for me to have fun with stuff and not to get wrapped up in weight loss and diets and hyper exercise, i get obsessive, then ill and it sucks.

this exercise ball says 'lighter life' on it. it's only small, but it's there, just a reminder that people to exercise to be lighter. i dont ever wanna think about that, i wanna do exercise to feel better, and i don't wanna keep making that connection that lighter = happier = better cuz as i say, its not good for me. but i'm still a bit meeh about it.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

win sum loose sum

so after a second interview i lost out on a cool youth worky job to someone who is more 'in touch with local stuff' than me... yeh i just wont go there... not here. :-(

so i am like 'boo hiss' all night sulky sulk sulk smoke grump

then some wickedcool person gives away train tickets from neath to wivenhoe on freecycle!! yay!! i get to come bk and see my friends in teh 'stead and maybe see some of my yoofs! lalalaaa!! Smiley I am happy again.

Monday, 22 September 2008

Jean Charles De Menezes

was shot 8 times by police.

it's not murder or manslaughter, but the police *did* breach health & safety laws.

an innocent man is dead, and he wasn't murdered, it's just the police didn't comply with healthy & safety laws.

Thursday, 11 September 2008

em0 m1nce

yeh so i haven't posted for a while, i'm in the process of moving, and i am gunna miss my job so much :-(

i'll be offline now till about the 16th of sep so i don't think i'll be updating this blog again for a while, but i thought i'd share with you, dear internet and lovely people who read my blog (and spiders etc) that i am a bit down atm and wish i wasn' t leaving my job and all the lovely people there...

Monday, 25 August 2008

facebook targeted ads.

after being 'in a relationship' for many months according to facebook targeted ads, i must be looking to get married. ads tell me that instead of waiting for a proposal, i should buy my own engagement ring so i can start on the road to wifedom asap. oh, and i should lose weight.

swede has also been 'in a relationship' for the same length of time according to facebook, but the targeted ads system seems to think he would be much more likely to click a link to 'find sexy singles' and chat to them. great.

Thursday, 21 August 2008

toothpaste

before running off to work, no matter when work is, i need to brush ma teeths. so i am faffing around in the bathroom, and teh swede walks in

swede: hai!
me: hai
*i rummage around bathroom looking for toothpaste*
swede: ru ok?
me: no!!
swede: what are you looking for
me: grrr i can't find the fucking toothpaste!!
...
swede: it's in ur hand

it's started, folks.

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

silly season

today in the news:

pop star *might* go to rehab in bury st edmunds (speculation and comments from members of the public)
children are getting fatter, school uniforms are having to be made bigger (they are also getting taller, but this is notably absent)
jade goody has cervical cancer (includes video of her crying after finding out, criticism of anyone else showing the video)

obv the olympics were on too, excellent. but i can't help but think the news is getting a little trivial these days, and i'd like more from teh beeb.

Friday, 8 August 2008

beyonce beyonce!

spot the difference?

Monday, 28 July 2008

jacket shopping

aaah the winter is drawing in (i kid) but srsly, all this hot weather is making me panic about it getting cold again. so without further ado, the results from my onilne snooping for cute jackets...
blimey, these jackets are so boring!! and they were the best i could find! what's going on?

movie test...

found this at http://smartlikeme.wordpress.com/

The Bechdel Test:

To pass it your movie must have the following:

1) there are at least two named female characters, who

2) talk to each other about

3) something other than a man.

So simple, and yet as you go through all your favorite movies (and most of your favorite TV shows, though there’s a little more variety in TV), you find very few movies pass this test.


I watched anchorman last night, and yeh ok.. it's anchorman.

It *nearly* passed the test when Veronica Corningstone is out with 'Helen', a character who i think has 2 speaking lines in the film, and Helen tells Veronica that Ron will read anything that is put on the teleprompter, ANYTHING.

So it passes the '2 named female characters' just about..

Having a conversation... just about, the scene is about 30 seconds long

About something other than a man FAIL

Maybe anchorman is too easy. Other recent films, Mamma Mia and Juno. both directed by women though... um... does that make a difference?