It’s really not any big secret that I’m no fashion guru. In fact I consider myself to be about as far from a “fashionista” as you can get. If you’ve been reading this blog in hopes of seeing me post pictures of cute outfits I buy/wear and my favorite stores to shop at, I’ll save you some time and tell you to stop reading right about… now.
I’m not bashing that interest/passion, don’t get me wrong. However, I did happen to stumble upon a hilarious post today poking a bit of fun at the topic, if you’re interested.
As I’ve mentioned before
I’m poor and the
reality is, a new pair
of running shoes or a new sports bra tend to make me a lot happier than a new
pair of heels. That's just me - to each their own.
And since we are currently in a taper week and I have nothing to report, it is a Wednesday, and the Bears play the Packers tomorrow… here’s what I shall present you with.
My all-time favorite clothes that I currently own.
Possibly one of the oldest of my t-shirts still standing, I
borrowed this t-shirt from the lost and found at a club volleyball tournament back
at the prime age of 16, and forgot to return it. Why do I love it? Not only because
it makes people think that I’m from the modest city of Laguna Beach, but
because over the years of wear and tear it has turned into that perfect, soft
kind of fabric. Do you know what I mean?
The holes in the armpit only add character.
So when I went on that rant about fall, and said that I wear sweats ANY CHANCE POSSIBLE, I meant it.
These gems were given to me during my first ever collegiate volleyball season – fall of 2006. To find sweats long enough for this 5’11’’ crazy is hard enough, but to find ones that are comfortable, and I love? Hallelujah. I will literally wear these pants to shreds.
I’m pretty confident Andrew has problems with me wearing them in public. I’m also confident he has tried to hide them from me a couple times now.
I’ve worn them to parties, out on errands, and to bed at night. If these pants were a human, they would be one of my best friends. Have I made my point?
Don't mind me, just doing the macarena in my fav pants, balla style.
Last but not least, one of my most prized possessions:
This has been hanging on my door since I took it off on Sunday night. And it will hang there until tomorrow after work, when I put it back on and cheer those Bad News Bears to another victory against the unmentionables… (cough cough) Packers.
Don’t even get me started on a rant about my feelings on the Packers.
Do any of you guys have favorite clothes – sweats or non-sweats – that you have a special attachment to? Or am I the only weird one raving about non-designer clothes?
Cheers to an epic football game tomorrow night!