In general I like to dress modest/comfortable/cute. But this summer, I was unable to find sleeveless shirts with the Nun-ish necklines that I usually prefer... so I'm branching out. A couple of my shirts may have branched too far (occasional cleavage... and lots of tape needed to avoid said cleavage), but most of them are still just fine... though definitely allow for more of a neck tan line.
I'm still very cautious about what I wear because I learned all about boys' brains in college. Obviously, I'm larger-chested so there's not much I can do about that, but I think there is a good and necessary balance between frumpy and slutty... hopefully on the modest side.
I know most people don't hold to this mentality... and I know most guys don't try hard enough in their private lives for modest dress to even make a difference to them, but I don't care. The guys I want to help are the guys who are trying, so its worth it... (plus, I'm self-conscious and uncomfortable in anything too showy anyway... which is probably just because I've always avoided wearing it).
All this to say, I'm not dressing as strict/frumpy/sporty as I used to. This is greatly due to the fact that I decided that its time to buy adult clothes... you know, so I can wear them to adult jobs... and go to grad school like an adult...
Now, the unforseen by-product of this change is very strange... And it should be logical, but it tends to continue to throw me off guard: when things fall, they go down my shirt. This includes popcorn, chips, and the occasional bug.
Yes, its quite gross. I was going out for the night already dressed in my pj's (because I was just going to hang at a friend's house and I wanted to be able to go straight to bed because I had work in the morning), which consisted of a sleeveless v-neck over a tank-top (as well as pants). So I step outside onto my porch and I fetl something hit the skin near my neck. I thought it might be a spider, so I brushed my hand to wipe it away, but found nothing there. I mistakingly dismissed the issue and soon felt something moving inside my shirt. So, of course, the little tan beetle-looking thing is stuck in my bra and I have to reach in and pull it out.... ICK! I'm cringing just remembering the incident.
I'm sure that was too much infoprmation for most of you, but I just felt that was a story that needed to be told.
6 comments:
Oh please, there is no such thing as too much information when a bug goes down your shirt--unless you take off the shirt and start to striptease....actually that's still pretty funny, but only because you're the last person on earth who would do that.
I want to see the new you! And I get to, in a few days!
Things fall down my shirt that way all the time. Welcome to the world of visible (albeit tasteful) cleavage.
HAHA! I want to see your new look.
this is a post that Liana would lable "tmi".
Remember, if anybody ever says you are boring, you have my full permission to kick them in the face.
I affirm you. And your adult-clothing lifestyle
May I take this moment to first refute Rosie's belief that I would smack a large "TMI" sticker across this post? Let me tell you...the visual I got on this post was much better than the falling in the shower one...
With that said, yay! Michal's growing up! It took how many years to get rid of the helmet head and half-the-head-bangs look? And now, you're almost completely morphed into an adult with your big-girl clothes! I'm so proud of you, Michal!
Oh...P.S. If you're interested...ITALY will be playing France in the World Cup Final on Sunday. Please feel free to come partake in the joyous celebration and viewing of the game at my house, as Gli Azzurri (the Italians) battle for their 4th title. Viva Italia!
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