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Sunday, 5 October 2008 07:17 pmI wore a dress today. A real, honest to God floral dress. And I didn't feel awkward.
For those who know me in RL, this is the dress I wore for my birthday when I turned 24, so it's quite an old dress but I've probably only ever worn it four times since I've owned it.
Basically, I met up with Vicky today. Vicky was my best friend (along side![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashe_frost for years. We met just a couple of weeks after I turned sixteen and she turned fifteen. We share the same birthday and at the time were obsessed with the Manic Street Preachers. We met after I made a post on a forum and she emailed me. We were genuinely soulmates back then. We used walk around holding hands (and this is before all kids started doing it). Fuck, I can remember nights when we slept holding hands.
It's probably testimony to how close we were, that within seconds of seeing each other for the first time in four or five years, we were walking ahead of her other friends, nattering away, and when the others decided they wanted to go to another pub instead of staying at the poetry reading we were at, we were totally cool with hanging out by ourselves. It was as though we'd only seen each other a week ago.
She's going to come down nearer Christmas and come shopping and stuff.
The poetry reading itself was really nice. It was a teeny, tiny pub called the Grosvenor on the street Julie and I were originally going to live on. It was full of quirky, eccentric people telling rude or ridiculous poems and it felt like stepping back in time, to the days before TV or something. When people had to amuse themselves. The lights were soft and warm and it felt like winter.
I loved it.
But the fact that I was wearing a dress with leggings (or, more accurately the same pair of cut-off opaque tights that I wore in Chicago when I went with Lib, last year!) and pumps was really... liberating. I felt good about the way I looked, without feeling like I was trying. The dress itself is so flattering and made of such stretchy, comfortable material... I'm going to have to wear it more often. I recently bought a plan black one in a similar style, as well, which I'm glad I did. I've been trying to grow my hair out for a couple of months, and it's at a kind of ridiculous in-between stage at the moment, but I even managed to pull that off, today.
Generally, it was a wonderful day.
And topped off with the new Domino's Bacon Double Cheeseburger pizza it was pretty much perfect.
I'm so excited for autumn.
For those who know me in RL, this is the dress I wore for my birthday when I turned 24, so it's quite an old dress but I've probably only ever worn it four times since I've owned it.
Basically, I met up with Vicky today. Vicky was my best friend (along side
ashe_frost for years. We met just a couple of weeks after I turned sixteen and she turned fifteen. We share the same birthday and at the time were obsessed with the Manic Street Preachers. We met after I made a post on a forum and she emailed me. We were genuinely soulmates back then. We used walk around holding hands (and this is before all kids started doing it). Fuck, I can remember nights when we slept holding hands.It's probably testimony to how close we were, that within seconds of seeing each other for the first time in four or five years, we were walking ahead of her other friends, nattering away, and when the others decided they wanted to go to another pub instead of staying at the poetry reading we were at, we were totally cool with hanging out by ourselves. It was as though we'd only seen each other a week ago.
She's going to come down nearer Christmas and come shopping and stuff.
The poetry reading itself was really nice. It was a teeny, tiny pub called the Grosvenor on the street Julie and I were originally going to live on. It was full of quirky, eccentric people telling rude or ridiculous poems and it felt like stepping back in time, to the days before TV or something. When people had to amuse themselves. The lights were soft and warm and it felt like winter.
I loved it.
But the fact that I was wearing a dress with leggings (or, more accurately the same pair of cut-off opaque tights that I wore in Chicago when I went with Lib, last year!) and pumps was really... liberating. I felt good about the way I looked, without feeling like I was trying. The dress itself is so flattering and made of such stretchy, comfortable material... I'm going to have to wear it more often. I recently bought a plan black one in a similar style, as well, which I'm glad I did. I've been trying to grow my hair out for a couple of months, and it's at a kind of ridiculous in-between stage at the moment, but I even managed to pull that off, today.
Generally, it was a wonderful day.
And topped off with the new Domino's Bacon Double Cheeseburger pizza it was pretty much perfect.
I'm so excited for autumn.