One day I hope to own a great and beastly camera. Like one of those scary ones where you have to change the lenses, or that come with tripods. That way, I will be able to take good pictures. Not crappy fuzzy ones like I take now with our family camera.
See, I was taking photos of some of my new and not-so-new clothes, and just grew frustrated with the camera for being so dumb. Anyway, I want to show you these photos. I am so proud of them. My clothes, not the photos. The photos are terrible.
These two are of a shirt I just got today. It's very nice, I like the nautical sort of look to it. Of course, I like anything that is considered "nautical." A while ago, one of my favorite stores had a "Nautical Shop" and I just loved everything in it, even if it really had nothing to do with the ocean or boats or whatever "nautical" really means. But really, I like the navy and white stripes on this, even though normally I avoid clothing with white stripes. After you wash them, the white stripes invariably turn to whatever the other color is and look rather dingy. You can't tell, but the sleeves have little button tabs on them for rolling the sleeves. I don't know if they're just for decoration or if they actually function as buttons. But overall, I think it's a really nice shirt. It is thick enough to wear without a tank top underneath, which is definitely a plus. I can never find shirts that are thick enough material, long enough, and good collared enough that I can wear it just by itself, without a tank top or a camisole. And this one fits the bill! (What does that mean? What bill?) So far, at least. I haven't washed it yet.
This one isn't so great. My grandmother gave me a bunch of her old clothes, and it was among them. It's not meant to be tied like that, so it looks rather odd. It's a "western shirt" I believe. I would just call it a button-down, if I spoke of it, but I suppose that's not very specific.
This too was my grandmother's. The color isn't really in style, it's rather itchy, and it makes me look tubby. Well, that's not so much the dress as me expanding my rib cage so that the belt would stay on. I despise that belt. I bought it at the store and went up to the cash register and the woman there was all like, "You know this is a plus size belt, right?" and I, being the bright spark of brilliance that I am, replied, "Oh, yeah. Uh, that's why I want it." and so was stuck with a belt that I can only wear on my hips at the tightest setting.
So yeah. I received a few other dresses and shirts and stuff, but I don't think I'll post them. These are my favorites.
See ya!
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