It has become quite chilly here in the last couple of days, so I have taken to wearing my oh so fashionable hoodies. Call Stacy and Clinton from "What Not to Wear" I don't care, I love my hoodies. I buy them a size too big (sometimes two sizes) and most of them are the pull-overs with kangaroo pockets. Now I have never been a Fashionista. Is that how it's spelled? Comfort always wins out and slim fit jeans and tailored fitted anything just feels so constricting. I will, if forced, wear a skirt, but I prefer the flowing broomstick style. I liked the long feminine tunics that have been in stores for the past couple of summers and I'll wear them with capris, but again most of my Summer tops are loose fitting tee shirts.
Yup, send me to the mall with a wad of cash and I'll end up in the bookstore after half heartedly looking at jeans and tops in JC Pennys. Books are never a waste of money for me and browsing shelves is a lot more fun than browsing through racks of clothes that may or may not fit over my, ahem, curves... And don't get me started on sizing! Grrr... I'm not even an unusual size and I have a hard time finding things that flatter. Designers please, I like being able to breathe. Clothes do not need to fit so snugly over the boobs, ribs and tummy, and I don't care what celebrities are wearing. They're just silly. There, fashion rant over. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to put on my flannel pajama pants and I'll be very comfy. :)