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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The first and last time I'll talk about clothing

I follow some fashion blogs. Well, "follow" is putting it a little strong, mainly I browse through them every once in a while and wonder how the hell these people have the energy to think about what they wear every day and also pose for cute pictures.

Want to know what I wore to work this morning?
- 10 year old grey jeans (oh, oh, but they are from Tiger of Sweden, that counts for something right??)
- 10 year old white top from H&M
- a fairly new (!!) shirt made of soft jeans-kind-of-a-material
- black ballerinas, that are a bit dirty because I wore them also to a party last Saturday

A real sight for sore eyes, I tell ya. Want to see the whole ensemble?




Yep, check out my boyish charm.
(You didn't really think I was going to pose for a photo in my "today's outfit" )

When I was a teenager I went around in my sporty Adidas jogging pants (you know the ones that opened from the sides) and a jersey with the Playboy bunny on it until I turned 16. After that my mom bought me a pair of Levi's 501, and so from then on I wore the jeans and the Playboy jersey. Needless to say I didn't have a boyfriend.

Then one day H&M arrived at a town near by, and for the first time I was able to buy clothes for myself without having to ask mommy for money. The reason being obviously that the tops cost 5€. At that time we didn't know that that top would stay in shape only until it's first trip to the washing machine. So, we rejoiced.

Since those days I've improved as a dresser and I believe even to have a certain sense of style, but I'm still far away from taking pictures of myself and telling people what I chose from the closet this morning. Also, I never iron (I consider ironing a complete waste of time, especially if you're one of those people who iron their underwear) so in the morning I often have some wrinkles in my clothes. Not to worry though, they seem to straighten themselves out during the day!

There's this show here in Italy called "Ma come ti vesti" ("Whatcha wearing?"), with Enzo Miccio and Carla Gozzi ( no these are not fake names even though they do sound funny, that's what they're called for real). He's as gay as a spring cucumber and she's as rigid as a garden swing in January. 

Ma come ti vesti- homepage on RealTime

It's one of my favorite Italian TV-shows, mostly because of these two people who are just so over the top that you almost can't believe your eyes. Otherwise it's not much different from the other shows where you take a person who wears corduroy pants with stickers on them and pink jackets with tops that can barely hold in their titties, and then try to turn her into someone who you can look without getting an eye infection. But the clothes Enzo and Carla propose to these poor individuals are just too much to handle. Sometimes I think they should participate in their own show.

It's not that they are without style (in fact there's too much style), and yes ok the show's filmed in Milano so you kinda have some standards to live up to. But still, the looks they propose for "day-wear" are impossible to wear unless you happen to have a job where you don't have to move or do anything important, or better yet, you don't have a job and you can just stand still at home in your pretty clothes. It seems that to Enzo and Carla every day is a mardi gras, and you should dress accordingly. But who wears 12 inch heals and a Michelle Obama-dress to work everyday?

Dress like Michelle Obama- *klick*

The people who enter the show always seem super-happy after the makeover. Of course if you've worn corduroy pants with stickers for the past 20 years then I guess you're happy to wear anything that doesn't have stickers on them. Still, I bet that behind the smile there's a person who's saying "I'll never wear these again". 

Enzo. Carla. Can't you just propose normal, cool, hip clothes for day-wear? Pull out the Obama-dresses for the parties and evening-wear, but let us normal people wear normal clothes during the day. I don't want to fall over in my glittery-glitter-heels when I go take out the trash, and neither does anyone else.

Fine. You asked for it. Here's my first and last "today's outfit". Go crazy.




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