Today had better not be the day I die. ( see post ‘shoes to die in’)
My outfit is beyond camping ugly.
Apparently when ugly items of clothes are combined the ugliness factor multiplies exponentially. I imagine there might be applicable mathematical theorems that cover this phenomenon. More than one ugly item can strip the style out of non ugly items too. The ankle length, wide leg, black jeans I’m wearing aren’t in themselves ugly at all, but, when teamed with a slightly too small, grey marl sweat shirt with the GoT logo in black flock on the front, tan leather fitflop shoes, odd socks and the fat mans waterproof jacket, they don’t stand a chance style wise.
It’s hard to pin down exactly why I would leave the sofa dressed like this. My current thought is that the outfit expresses a need for extreme comfort and invisibility. Middle age affords a level of disinterest, but for complete and absolute invisibility, add a comfy, style free outfit.
I’ve spent the last three weeks ‘dressed’ every day for work, I think I just need some fashion time off, in addition I’ve exhausted my supply of seasonally suitable ironed clothes.
I’ll take extra care crossing the road today and make sure I’m carrying my asthma medication. There’s no way I could last eternity dressed like this.
Hopefully I’ll be ready to dress again tomorrow.
fat tart 