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At work.
Wearing: plain olive green t-shirt, well-fitting but not tight nor baggy; long, baggy trousers of a sort (they have a zip down the back of the calf to control just how big they get at the bottom), with various zips (seven in toto) that Haus thinks is incredibly "youthful", watch on left wrist, bracelet on right, glasses on face, black socks, boxers, and cream/dark blue Vans trainers. My stuff is in a large, thick, brown canvas duffel bag from Gap, which has quite a nice single cream strap attached by karabiner. It is big, heavy, and sturdy, and thus good.
It's comfortable, I don't look stupid in it, I look quite good in it, and I look about my age. I also look like I'm aware of what young people wear without being led by it. Curiously, the tshirt is the only piece of clothing I own that is sized "Small". Tshirts of similar fit from Topman must be XL. This has stretched a little, but not much in the time I've owned it. It is quite tight, and well fitting, and is the shirt I remember I like to wear when I want a motive for losing my gut.
I arrived at the office in open-necked shirt and suit on the first day, and promptly felt woefully overdressed. I'm still going to wear the suit from time to time; it is, after all, wearable pockets, and it fits well, and I love wearing it because I look good, as it were. So I'll find a way to dress it down - usually with a plain black tshirt - and then do that. (I kind of feel Haus' pain).
Things I don't own? Almost nothing from "designer" labels, and very little with anything other than the tiniest icon/motif/printing. I have this thing about walking around with words written on me; unless they are amusing, self-penned, or subtle, I don't really like it. When I bought a new shirt for myself this summer at an event I was DJing, I realised it was the first patterned - not plain coloured - thing I'd bought in ages. It looks really good, too, so I'm maybe going to branch out a bit more. It's not I don't like the brands - I just either can't afford them or don't like feeling like a walking advert. |
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