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Occasionally a Mushroom

I have my own sense of fashion.

Perhaps a lack there of.

Either way, I wear a unique mix of clothing, probably as eclectic as my music collection. With the start of a new story, this aspect of my life found a way into the story–though I am not Effie and she is not me. It is just that I was able to give her a love for vintage clothes that I share.

Effie, of course, wears them better than me. 😉

She never looks like a mushroom.

Okay, that’s mostly my hat, admittedly, but it does an excellent mushroom impression. A psychedelic mushroom, that is. It almost matches my coat of awesomeness, which is why I’m willing to brave the wilds–that is, show my face at my niece’s school–with a mushroom hat.

psychedelic mushroom hat

coat of awesomeness top

coat of awesomeness bottom

coat of awesomeness (terrible lighting, the coat is purple)

It looks even better when you add in accessories like pseudo-hippie glasses and headphones for an mp3 player.

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The Great Hat and Hair Experiment of 2012

So I have this maybe project that I think I would like to do.

It’s a bit of a challenge for me, but I hope it will keep me on track and give me some interesting times as I go along. At first, I was just thinking of trying a hat a day all year, but my thought was that there would be days that I didn’t want to have a hat.

Also, in writing Nickel and Dime, the character of Effie got my love of vintage clothes. Of course, she took it a step further than I ever did, has a bigger and more diverse collection, always styling her hair to match as well.

So then I thought that would be fun to try when I did get my older things out or even just when I felt like it or didn’t have a hat to match. I won’t  be able to do all of them with my current hair cut (and I won’t be cutting it since I hate having it short) but it should be interesting to see what I can do.

I will see how it goes. Today it was the slightly mushroom hat that matches the coat of awesomeness but isn’t nearly as “loud” as the psychedelic one, being just the one shade of purple all over.

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Slippers of Doom?

So, two days later, and I am still feeling the effects of the slippers’ attempt on my life.

It was amusing to me, the response I got when I told people that it was the slippers. Granted, the look on my mother’s face when she heard my whole “not a full moon” comment was completely priceless, but I was thinking more of the reaction to the slippers bit.

A friend was like, “and that is why I say slippers = death.”

I had to explain, first, that slippers or something on the feet is necessary because the basement where I spend my days chained to my computer my time has very little carpet. It also happens to be winter. It is freezing without something on the feet, thus the need for slippers or socks.

So then I was forced to explain my issues with socks. I don’t like those ankle socks because they feel weird and like my socks are constantly falling down. I also don’t like the other ones because they get tight around my ankles and bug me. You will never, ever catch me in socks that go to my knees or separate my toes, either. I’m a very picky person, and those socks feel… confining. Like turtlenecks. Can’t do them, either.

So then I was told to get some Crocs instead. I explained my aversion to plastic shoes (especially with holes in them) and though both the twins tried to persuade me that it was worth trying, plastic shoes to me are as spandex is to Clayton, the not-so-super superhero. No matter how comfortable those things are supposed to be, they’re still made of plastic, and it’s wrong when I can feel plastic on my feet.

*shudders*

Back to the slippers, though. Immediately after explaining how I ended up falling down part of the stairs while on the phone with my grandmother, she said, “that’s why you’re not supposed to wear slippers when you’re running around.”

I was not running, but okay. I don’t usually have problems with slippers or stairs, but I’m not going to deny that the slippers did, in fact, try to kill me.

It still hurts, I’m still bruised, and I keep finding new places that got hit or muscles that got pulled.

Still, for the record, I have slipper socks on today.