Winnage

[crankyoldman]

Finally got some new running shoes. The ones I had the sole was coming off the right one, which was probably bad for my joints. So yay no more injury! I can get back to my workout schedule.



Since I forgot my Target gift card, I went to the mall. The mall is hilarious when you're wearing headphones that people assume you're listening to music on. Yes, that's trickery, but salespeople left me alone and people carry on some of the funniest conversations. I have discovered also who the Scariest Shoppers Evar are: Mothers with children in strollers.

I kid you not.

They use the stroller to block you from the racks you're interested in, meander their way through anywhere, and give you dirty looks if you get near their precious children (aka: props). Oh, that's unfair. I was more amused by this behavior than pissed off, because it is funny how militant some women get for OMGDEALS. I picked a good weekend to go, because they're starting to clear out the winter stock. Which is ridiculous as it's not going to be warm here for at LEAST another month.

Also, sizes have really gotten wonky these days. I mean, I picked up a poofy sleeved blazer (I need an exceedingly frilly shirt to go under it, tight pants, and a rapier, then I can be dashing) that was a size 10. Normally I'm a pretty solid 3/4. And the thing fits. They so crazy, these garment makers.

Blink is a good book so far. Very interesting. Whacked out psychological theories are fun.

Oh, and tea is apparently one of those Universal Topics of Bonding. Girl fussing over her hair in the bathroom while I was doing dishes noticed I had like, two tea balls and a bunch of mugs. I mentioned that I wouldn't have to do dishes if I weren't so fond of tea and then it got to discussing our favorites. It's actually rare to see someone that's fond of black tea these days, considering how trendy green and fruit teas are. Offered to make her some Darjeeling, because I have it in loose leaf and Darjeeling is so different when loose.

Now to finish cleaning my room. When I get to studying more, basic cleanup gets forgotten a little. At least I've gotten as bad as I used to be. I'm kind of impressed at how neat I've been this semester.

God, I love using the Nina icon. She's just so fabulously scary.

~Cendri

Comments

[irish-ais.livejournal.com]

Some clothiers actually produce garments closer to standard pattern sizes than what we've come to learn as the right sizes. It's also a lot of marketing trickery to make people feel better/worse about themselves to have the sizes be so outlandish.

[venefica-aura.livejournal.com]

Obviously, that was supposed to make me want to go to the gym. Or it was close to real size. If that's the case, that would be kind of sweet if in real pattern sizes I was a double digit. Sounds silly, I know.

~Cendri

[irish-ais.livejournal.com]

I know a girl who is a four in real life, and a twelve in Simplicity sizes.

[rienna-the-red.livejournal.com]

Sewing sizes are a rule unto themselves.
They go according to inches, not commercial sizes.

I'm a 14 in sewing patterns, a 6/8 at the mall; sewing patterns work off the same scale that Special Occasion stuff uses. :P

[rienna-the-red.livejournal.com]

You are, you're a 10 in a pattern. ;P

[lassarina]

I love black tea! Green tea doesn't have enough flavour.

[astralavator.livejournal.com]

With cellphones you can hear all sorts of freaky conversations that ought to be private, even when your going out of your way not to eavesdrop on them. It's creepy.

I'm sure you would nice as a bit of a swashbuckler.

[venefica-aura.livejournal.com]

Arrr.

[dracschick.livejournal.com]

good luck with your new shoes!

[tijuana-pirate.livejournal.com]

Why can't women buy clothes like men? Give us our waist in inches for pants and sit us down with small, medium, and large for shirts. It really seems too complicated with the 4, 10, 14 - whatever sizes.

I realize that women are more difficult to size than men since we have like, uh, chests and hips but it really can't be that difficult, can it?

-T. pirate

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

Oh, good lord, WORD. if someone started doing this I would literally pay tons of money to avoid the hassle that is shopping for clothes nowadays.

[rienna-the-red.livejournal.com]

Also, sizes have really gotten wonky these days. I mean, I picked up a poofy sleeved blazer (I need an exceedingly frilly shirt to go under it, tight pants, and a rapier, then I can be dashing) that was a size 10. Normally I'm a pretty solid 3/4. And the thing fits. They so crazy, these garment makers.

Yeah. Which is why I don't like to shop at Petite Sophisticate. I am NOT a _14_ thank, you.
There is ZERO consistency in women's sizes. And Special Occasion stuff always runs 3 to 4 sizes smaller than whatever the tag says. I needed a 14 for a bridesmaid's dress. I am normally a 6/8. Depending on where I'm shopping, I can wear anything from a 2 to a 16. :P

Yet another reason why I hate clothes shopping with the passion of a thousand burning suns. ><

Tho I did find two pairs of jeans today. YAY!
I just need to hem them. Gah. 9_9

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

Been saving this entry because it deserves a FUCK YEAH in regards to clothing. Seriously. This is one of the main reasons why women are annoying to shop with: BECAUSE WE MUST TRY ON EVERYTHING BEFORE WE BUY IT. Why? because of shit like that. In my closet are pants from a size 2 to a size 10. Seriously. Some fit better than others, but it's not like I really fluctuate that much in one day. (I hope not, anyway.)

[first-seventhe.livejournal.com]

Oh, and another thing! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH PANTS BEING SO DAMN LONG. I am 5'5", that is AVERAGE for American women no matter where you look - why is it that I had to buy a pair of pants in PETITES to ensure that the cuffs wouldn't drag on the ground and get ruined?