It took me until today to get NaBloPoMo writer's block. That's impressive to me, as the month is - for all intents and purposes - pretty much over. Anyway, I can't think of any one topic that can command my attention for an entire entry, so prepare yourself for a disjointed, clip-show like read today. Besides, all I want to talk about right now is "sounding" and how it's horrible. But I won't (you're welcome, John).
Instead, I will talk about leggings. Leggings! I bought a couple of pairs this week, which means that I am about to embark on a magical, season-long journey in which I wear leggings as pants. People (namely, the Fug Girls) rail against this trend constantly, but I think it's only annoying when certain people (Lindsay Lohan) only wear leggings-as-pants and never any pants proper. I intend to continue wearing actual pants in addition to the occasional legging.
Here's one of the pairs that I bought.
And here is the other:
I just realized now that they're both navy. Umm...navy is supposedly the "new neutral" and now it's okay to wear it with black, so that's fantastic! I'll be fine. Besides, I have so fucking uncreative when it comes to colours and stuff that I stick to a pretty limited colour palette in my wardrobe so if all else fails I can throw random articles on and at least they'll be of complimentary hue. That's my secret. Well, I have two secrets. 1. All colours in the same colour palette so even if you try to get creative you can't fuck up too badly, and 2. Know your silhouette.
Speaking of leggings, I just found a pair that costs $700. That was not a typo: SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS. What the fuck!? I don't understand how anything (besides party dresses or very fancy shoes/handbags) could possibly justify a price tag like that. At some point you cease paying for craftsmanship and start paying for the privilege of saying that you paid $700 for a pair of leggings. LEGGINGS.
Okay, so now that I've thoroughly wasted your time talking about leggings for two paragraphs (I'm sorry!) I will do you a big favor and turn you on to James Joyce's dirty letters to Nora. I'm including a link under Favourite Links so you can just click right over and enjoy. These are NSFW, and (SPOILER!!) James Joyce is what they call an "ass man", so they're probably NSFHome either, but...it's literary, right? Enjoy.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo 2008. Post every day in November. That's all you have to do.