Just kidding! Only not really.
WELL, me and my mother were glancing through fashion magazines recently and we sorta thought that some of the stuff in the photo shoots MADE NO SENSE. They were telling us to wear 5 bajillion belts in 5 bajillion colors with 5 bajillion bangles, two layers of socks with tights, and pom pom furry things on our heads.
And large gloves. And lumberjack vests. And faux fur jackets.
The list of ridiculous apparel goes on and on and on and on. It's like the Energizer bunny, only in varied hues.
So my mother goes off to change after we discuss the level of RIDICULOUSNESS in magazines these days, while I'm left sweeping the kitchen. And the nonsense she returned with made my day.
OH BOY!
Isn't that just the most darling thing?!
Obligatory model-with-messed-up-Polio-legs/I-really-gotta-pee pose!Wow! Fashion!
I mean really.
And that stuff is tame. I'm just too lazy to go look for the really crazy stuff. Besides, you get the point. (Second picture is still within the realms of wearability, however.)
Mostly: I don't like how fashion magazines try to make me buy clothes I can't afford. Or how their "wearable" clothes aren't really all that wearable sometimes. I LOVE their photoshoots - but the magazines need to stop kidding themselves. They're photoshoots, and not accurate representations about what people should wear. Which is what they pretend to do, but ultimately fail at.
Still, I hope they keep putting out those ridiculous things for me to look at. They're fun. They made me and my mom bust a gut, a second stomach, and maybe a spleen. In a way, it's like vicarious living - we wish we could layer our clothes in fantasmic, fairytale ways, but sometimes it's impossible. ESPECIALLY IN THE DESERT.
That's another thing - they tell me to layer, and I can't. Because I basically live in a furnace half the year.
BAH HUMBUG.
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