I was just in the closet pulling out a T-shirt. I think I spent 10 minutes deciding whether the Armani or the Calvin Klein would be better today. Seeing as all I’m going is slouching around in front of the TV, I think I’m in BAD BAD trouble. Does anyone have any useful advice (or some spare Gucci loafers in a size 9) to pass on? Or am I doomed to be smartly dressed for all eternity?
<looking down at my paint-stained t-shirt with holes across the belly and my faded denim shorts with the sprung elastic>
I don’t think you want my input…
Okay, it’s Saturday and all you’re planning on doing is watching television. . .
Go put on some lounge pants, sweat pants, whatever.
Find the oldest t-shirt you own and put it on.
Put on some socks, turn up the air conditioning, and turn on the television.
Get a cold beer or soda, sit down and relax. You’ll be fine.
See now, even I’M not this bad!
Tapioca, step away from the closet. Slowly hand me those GQ’s. It’s going to be OK…
Just shift gears - I mean literally. Take up serious motorocycling. Talk about fashion whores! Gotta have the Joe Rocket pants and the Vanson jacket and the Shoei RX9000 helmet - oh, and don’t forget the O’Neal boots and AGV gloves!
(ok, ok, I admit it, I’ve got a lot of that stuff…)
Nah, I’ll stick with a real bicycle and ridiculous lycra. Now which pair of Oakleys is best for watching the Muppet movie?
:Grabs Fashion by the collar, and slams it against the wall:
What did you do to Tapioca Dextrin!? I swear, if you touched them…
Ranchoth
I’m not going to be much help here. A seven-year-old pair of shorts and a t-shirt that says FIRE MUSEUM OF MEMPHIS are today’s fashion statement for me. Also I shop at the Salvation Army. I did get an Oleg Cassini silk shirt there not long ago, but I realized after I got home that I’ll never ever wear it. Oh well; $2 misspent.
“The face that we show the world” as Shriekback put it, is very very important to me. I have never been beautiful, so I enjoy being striking, dramatic and just plain weird. 
I skip the makeup if I’m just sitting around the house, but otherwise: watch out world!
<starts singing, “We are the goon squad and we’re coming to town…”>
Tapioca Dextrin, I’m with you completely. I’m the exact same way! I have to look gorgeous all the time, no matter what I’m doing! I carefully did my makeup to take care of my neighbors’ cats today! I need help too! Is there a Fashion Anonymous we can join?
I have to wear nice clothes if I’m going out but when I’m just staying at home, anything goes. This is about the 7th day in a row that I’ve worn this pair of grey sweatpants to bum around the house in. They’re as comfy as anything, and if unexpected guests drop over, I can always pretend that I was about to go jogging.
I’m too busy waxing my legs to join 
I too have been sucked into Fashion, the innermost circle of Hell. It started, actually, with my father’s death, of all things. I was working, and commuting back and forth between Madison, WI and Chicago on the weekends to deal with estate issues. I didn’t even ake time to do laundry. For a couple of months, I just bought new clothes and slapped them into the suitcase, and since I was dealing primarily with family members and lawyers, I bought nice stuff.
Then I moved into a new apartment, and had two women advising me on furniture. I wrote this thread about the experience.
Then I got some fine art for my place.
Now, others have fashion expectations of me. I can not return to my previous state. It seems to be akin to losing one’s virginity, but far more expensive. And I am beginning to like it. Pray for me!
Sigh. Only for a man can shopping for a weekend’s- worth of clothes take less time than doing a load of laundry. My son can walk into a store, grab what he wants and walk out in under 10 minutes.
When my daughter was shopping for a pair of black pants and a new bra for her new job, she tried on 17 pairs of pants and 28 bras in 8-10 stores (I lost count, I was so exhausted) NONE of the pants fit her (she’s a disgustingly tiny size 2) and every single bra had some major problem. Finally she found one of each that worked, and a shirt in the boy’s department, and she’s been wearing them for 6 months straight now.
When I shop for clothes, if I find a great skirt, there are no tops in my size that match. If I find a wonderful sweater, all the matching skirts are too small. I’ll see a great outfit in a lovely color by the same label that I wear in one department, but in the department that fits me, that same outfit only comes in orange or neon green.
When I wasn’t pregnant, there were some really lovely maternity clothes. When I got pregnant, all I could find were dorky things with ruffles, or the horrible BABY (down arrow) shirts. As soon as I delivered, there were great clothes in the stores again.
I hate fashion because it hates me.
I’ll never be that kind of fashion victim as I am waaaaay too cheap to pay that much for clothes (Target is not too bad folks), and I’m even lazier than I am cheap.
Does it go with khakis? Does it go with (blue) jeans?
In the bag.
gasp Squish I’m beginning to think we were seperated at birth.
As for being fashionable, I never have a clue about what to wear. I’m always dressed wrong.
But I do know what to wear when just hanging at the house; if I’m not going anywhere I just wear my jammies all day long. They’re comfortable, and cheap incase I get messy while I’m eating, or try to fix something.
Wait a minute. Am I to understand that there is such a thing as an Armani T-shirt? How droll!