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my feet have gone AWOL
Mar. 21st, 2003 02:02 amI'm really tired & won't be home much in the next few days.
I woke up earlyish today, well-rested. Sat around watching war coverage for a while, then threw clothes on and hit the road. Went to the yarn shop that I've been wanting to visit for a while now - anyone really interested in that will check out the knitting blog, right? right. I got yarn, some on clearance and some not.
Then hit the Mall At Milennia, which is this new - OK, recent - thing in Orlando that we hadn't visited yet. A pretentious, stage-directed temple of commerce. But quite pretty, if you can take a sense of irony in falling into the architects' and designers' sense of PRESENTATION. I mean, they call the food court the ORANGERIE, for crying out loud!
So, I shopped here and there. The weirdest Urban Outfitters ever - very bright and happy, with tiny, tiny shirts. Found the Yoshitomo Nara shirts that I wanted, and on clearance, too, but painfully small on me, so I passed them up. Instead, a copy of We're Desperate (California punk scene photography from 1978-80), a little tub of Parfumeria Gal currant lip balm (since I am so fond of the peach I bought a while ago), a little hair wrap. Right now they are full of (NOT)artfully chopped-up dresses made from old sweatshirts, belts made of old ties (which wasn't even interesting in like 1990 when Sassy was doing it)**, striped polos, and STILL those execrable "rub my tummy for luck" shirts, which make me really fucking uncomfortable. i am careful about what i buy there when I buy things. (and yo, even if you're over it, recall: this is the first UO there has ever been in Orlando, and it's only been there for a few months. it's not played-out yet, here. I used to shop there for housewares and weird stuff whenever I was out of town in an area that has one.)
I saw the LJ person who works there, but she looked a little unhappy, and I didn't want to give her a hard time, so I didn't talk to her. ("Hi, you're on LJ, right? The FRUITS community?"... etc.) She is more pierced than me. She looks pretty fierce but most of the other employees are so clean-cut. Yawn to the Abercrombie kids.
This would have been the point at which it would have been wise to GO HOME, but nooooo. Never.
( and did i find any shirts that DID fit me? )
I feel bad because I was supposed to see N. sometime this week and I haven't had the chance yet; wanted to today, but the car situation wouldn't have worked out, and the past few days I hadn't been feeling well enough and the weather was too nasty anyway. BUT SHE KNOWS MY PHONE NUMBER. (My phone is, this week, ringing "Pretty In Pink" rather than "99 Luftballoons".)
Tomorrow I'm going to Tampa to hang out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katesterbp and sometime this weekend I'm going to go to the Winter Park Art Fest, but for now I think I will just sleep.
**I basically just really hate belts. I have THREE of them. One is the pyramid-stud standard-issue black leather punk belt. Another is plain black leather with a silver buckle. The last is a heavy silver chain belt too complicated to describe. I do not understand the concept of Having A Wardrobe Of Belts As Stylish Accessories; for me they are functional objects. Belts are to hold up pants. They do bad things visually, cutting outfits in half, interfering with lovely vertical lines to emphasize the horizontal. You control the vertical. Here endeth the lesson.
I woke up earlyish today, well-rested. Sat around watching war coverage for a while, then threw clothes on and hit the road. Went to the yarn shop that I've been wanting to visit for a while now - anyone really interested in that will check out the knitting blog, right? right. I got yarn, some on clearance and some not.
Then hit the Mall At Milennia, which is this new - OK, recent - thing in Orlando that we hadn't visited yet. A pretentious, stage-directed temple of commerce. But quite pretty, if you can take a sense of irony in falling into the architects' and designers' sense of PRESENTATION. I mean, they call the food court the ORANGERIE, for crying out loud!
So, I shopped here and there. The weirdest Urban Outfitters ever - very bright and happy, with tiny, tiny shirts. Found the Yoshitomo Nara shirts that I wanted, and on clearance, too, but painfully small on me, so I passed them up. Instead, a copy of We're Desperate (California punk scene photography from 1978-80), a little tub of Parfumeria Gal currant lip balm (since I am so fond of the peach I bought a while ago), a little hair wrap. Right now they are full of (NOT)artfully chopped-up dresses made from old sweatshirts, belts made of old ties (which wasn't even interesting in like 1990 when Sassy was doing it)**, striped polos, and STILL those execrable "rub my tummy for luck" shirts, which make me really fucking uncomfortable. i am careful about what i buy there when I buy things. (and yo, even if you're over it, recall: this is the first UO there has ever been in Orlando, and it's only been there for a few months. it's not played-out yet, here. I used to shop there for housewares and weird stuff whenever I was out of town in an area that has one.)
I saw the LJ person who works there, but she looked a little unhappy, and I didn't want to give her a hard time, so I didn't talk to her. ("Hi, you're on LJ, right? The FRUITS community?"... etc.) She is more pierced than me. She looks pretty fierce but most of the other employees are so clean-cut. Yawn to the Abercrombie kids.
This would have been the point at which it would have been wise to GO HOME, but nooooo. Never.
( and did i find any shirts that DID fit me? )
I feel bad because I was supposed to see N. sometime this week and I haven't had the chance yet; wanted to today, but the car situation wouldn't have worked out, and the past few days I hadn't been feeling well enough and the weather was too nasty anyway. BUT SHE KNOWS MY PHONE NUMBER. (My phone is, this week, ringing "Pretty In Pink" rather than "99 Luftballoons".)
Tomorrow I'm going to Tampa to hang out with
katesterbp and sometime this weekend I'm going to go to the Winter Park Art Fest, but for now I think I will just sleep.**I basically just really hate belts. I have THREE of them. One is the pyramid-stud standard-issue black leather punk belt. Another is plain black leather with a silver buckle. The last is a heavy silver chain belt too complicated to describe. I do not understand the concept of Having A Wardrobe Of Belts As Stylish Accessories; for me they are functional objects. Belts are to hold up pants. They do bad things visually, cutting outfits in half, interfering with lovely vertical lines to emphasize the horizontal. You control the vertical. Here endeth the lesson.
