Friday, August 24, 2007

How do you spell Monolo?


I've learned much from my years of following "What Not To Wear" and catching plenty of makeover stories. I love it. Most women love makeover shows. Who doesn't want to look 10 years younger or to have your kitchen completely redone with someone else's money? Sign me up! Thanks to these helpful programs, overalls and holiday sweaters have been banished from my closet and all of my picture frames are grouped appropriately. But secretly, I'm really hoping that one day Stacy London is going to walk around the corner and offer me a $5,000 credit card for a new wardrobe. The truth of the matter is that I think looking nice is an excellent idea, I'm simply not willing to shell out the cash to get there...or apparently any effort.


I have this blue polo shirt. It's great. I love it. In fact, I wear it all the time. It's dark navy and has a small Nike swish. The other interesting part about this shirt is that I wore it on the first day of 6th grade. That was in 1993. I paired the top with large silver heart earrings, red/white/and blue plaid shorts, and red/white/and blue plaid tennis shoes. Also, placed carefully over my pony tail was a lacy white scrunchy. Mind you, now 14 years later, the only part of that outfit that I still wear is the blue polo...but I wear it. I don't know why I hold onto it so tightly. Believe me, it's not because of it's "perfect" condition. There has been a small one inch hole in the left armpit for about the past 4 years. 3 years ago I closed a safety pin around some of the remaining fabric to try and hold it together. I know how to sew, I just can't ever bring myself to actually do it. So now when I teach and have on the blue polo I can only lift my right arm.


Speaking of arms, I hate ironing. I hate lugging out the ironing board. It sits to the side of my washing machine holding the clothes that need to make it to the dry cleaners at some point. In college I faithfully pulled out the wrinkle-releaser spray, but I don't even do that now. Since moving into my new apartment (9 months ago) I have pulled out the ironing board less than 10 times. When I iron, I also don't put forth the effort for more than one garment at a time. I have shirts that haven't been worn since the first time I bought them because alas, they became wrinkled in the wash. The words "wrinkle resistant" elicit the same euphoria in me that "cashmere" might for others. I'm wondering if my aversion to the iron is genetic.


You know what definitely isn't genetic? My shoe upkeep and care. I have a slightly different way of storing my shoes than you would never see in my mother or grandmother's closet. They keep their shoes in the original boxes...for years and years. (And yes, my grandmother is 10X's the fashionista that I will ever be. She showed up to my college graduation in pink stiletto heels. Excuse me while I kick off my flip flops.) I keep my shoes in a box. One box to be exact. It's an large box and it currently holds about 30 pairs of my shoes. It's an HP box, as in Hewlett Packard. It once held a computer monitor. I dumped my shoes in for the move, and other than the flip flops and an occasional tennis shoe, they haven't had the chance to make an appearance in Arizona. Don't worry, the 4 best pair are sitting out on the only shelf in my closet getting some air. And by best I mean the newest ones from Target.


Oh the things I do in the name of fashion.

2 comments:

Whitney said...

I, for one, love your blue nike shirt. It warms my heart like a bright, sunny Arizona day (or night). I hope to someday see little Ginger's or the boy name version thereof wearing that shirt.

ashleigh said...

i agree with whitney. i love that shirt on you!!!