Friday, October 23, 2009

On Plus Size Fashion

Here's what I have to say to the fashion industry:
Reality check #1=If you sell plus size clothing and your catalogs feature size 2 models swimming in super large clothes and the outfit looks ridiculously horrible on them: Guess what? a size 20 woman is certainly not going to look good in that outfit either. They are probably going to look worse! Be for real!
Reality check #2=Who came up with the idea that a pair of jeans with a boot cut leg elongates the leg making the body appear thinner? Maybe it gives taller women that illusion but if you are under 5'7" your legs look fatter and you aren't fooling anyone with this look!
Reality check #3=Who came up with all these loud, wild print tops? Most woman that are larger up top don't want to draw attention to that point. They don't want all the focus on the upper part of their body. They don't want to wear bright orange, mixed with hot pink and royal blue geometric patterns! Most women (with any class) also don't want to be flashing 3" of cleavage. One can only assume that a man dictated this fashion faux pas, thinking a woman should should flaunt that "asset"? Again, let's get real...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

On Black Clouds

Funny thing about black clouds: they don't stay forever. When they've been hanging over your head for a long time, and then move away, albeit temporarily, sometimes you're left numb.
I haven't blogged in a while. I don't want to say it's because I haven't had much to complain about (with the exception of healthcare and politics, but who doesn't complain about those things?) I didn't want my blog to be one continuous complaint after another. I wanted to help. There's also the fact that I haven't made any major purchases due to healthcare cost issues. Unfortunately, I do know a few people who are going through life with my black clouds over their heads. They will get through it all too. I believe if the Lord takes you too it, the Lord will get you through it. I know things can always be worse, so I hoped I never came off as feeling sorry for myself. What I have experienced this time around- is that when the clouds moved away, I was left feeling empty. Somewhat defeated. I was not left in a place where I can experience joy either. But I guess "numb" is a safe place, so I must be here for a reason. Or can it be? Am I getting to old for all this?