I’m Fairly Certain This Won’t Actually Kill Me.

voltee ♦ November 14, 2010 ♦ 2 Comments

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Item: Blouse Color/Fabric: White, polyester Designer: Bob Mackie Studio Where Purchased: Marshall’s Years Owned: 3
Today was a nearly perfect day, I have to admit. It began with a brunch with many wonderful people and an unbelievably cute puppy, rambled on with a Library Book Sale (in which no precious gems were unearthed, but I did find some nice readable volumes), and then there was a nap, followed by a great deal of much needed cleaning. The night finished with some amazing soup, bread, salad, and company, and an emotional purging via Pixar.
But still, I am facing what appears to be an insurmountable challenge. In Spain, I made a solemn vow that I would not do any un-present related shopping until my favorite holiday, President’s Day. Yeah, the one in February.
This means that I will not be purchasing anything for myself for about three months. No internet shopping. No thrift store Half Price Day. No Marshall’s. No Black Friday. No Cyber Monday. No matter how huge the sale is. It’s going to be brutal.
Especially since I have to do Christmas shopping still. I’m not sure this is a feat that is even humanly possible.
But, on my honor, I will try with every strength in my being.
The rumor is that whatever doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger. Does anyone know first hand if this is true?
The good news is that I’ve already made it through four days! That’s an accomplishment in and of itself, right?
I will keep you updated on my progress.
Anyway, this blouse doesn’t have much of a tale. It’s a purchase I made with logic that ran something like this: “Ooo, Bob Mackie. He designs costumes for Cher. I’ll bet this has a really nice fit! And it’s only $5. Take it!”
And I have worn it a few times, and it is a cute blouse. I’ve just never felt like it was “special.” It did not inspire a spontaneous ballad to be sung to it upon acquisition. So it’s been teetering on the edge of the donation pile for my last few closet clean outs. I always keep it because it’s fairly basic, and, still cute.
The last time I remember wearing this was in late spring of 2009. Nate and I were in a show called Psycho Beach Party for about two scenes. Like the title implies, it’s definitely a bit out there, so there were some wild, hilarious performances, including some of my all-time favorites. And we had such a blast!
The problem was, though, that the cast was very, very young. There were some actual teenagers. It made me feel very, very old.
Nate says I made it worse when I wore this blouse out after a show. I wore it with black and white vintage cropped trousers and crazy, black patent leather ankle boot with serious heels. I quite loved the outfit. Nate did not. He said it wasn’t “me”.
“I’ve never seen you wear something like that,” he said. ” It doesn’t seem like your style.”
I have no memory of him saying anything like that before or after this. He will sometimes tell me he hates a shirt or something, but he’s never said that an outfit wasn’t me.
Funny how I can’t remember the specifics of all the millions of times Nate has told me that I looked great. And I’ve never been able to forget this single comment. It’s not even like it was an entirely negative comment. It was just not… rapturous. I like rapturous.
I may have worn this a time or two since, absolutely not with the black and white pants, but…I don’t know. I just can’t get that into it. I do like it. If it was silk I would love it. And also if it wasn’t missing a button. I’m just not sure.

**After much deliberation, I am letting this go.  Someone claim her!