I’m convinced that in some area of everyone’s life, they suffer the same problem I do.
You know those t-shirts with the rainbows across the chest that were popular sometime in the 70s or early 80s? I think they’re really cool. I can’t help it. I’ve been in therapy to try to change, but I just can’t.
I try hard to have “adult” tastes. To pick out things that include the color “beige” and that involve things called “neutral colors.” But in the end, screaming purple wins my heart. “Kindergarten” describes my color choices better than “sophisticated.”
I took quilt blocks to work today so a co-worker could help me arrange them in a pleasing fashion. They’re pink and black with weird stylized kitties. There’s no pink or black anywhere in my house or in houses of anyone I care for who I would give such a thing. I just could NOT resist the pink and black kitties. What the hell am I going to do with a pink a black kittie quilt?
Well, it doesn’t matter. Because it’s not nearly as bad a problem as what I’m going to do with the green paisley stuff I bought on sale.
When I watch Drew Carey, I think Mimi has some really cute outfits.
I love her apartment and take hints from her decorating style.
The thing is, this is all true…not just made up for entertainment purporses. What can I do to “mature” my taste so that I’m not putting orange and pink linens on my bed? I’m 35! I should know better!
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P.S. Mimi really does rule. I mean, I can’t change that.
You don’t think Mimi is a LITTLE hilarious? Even a little?
I mean, she makes those cute costumes for herself! I wish I could go to work every day dressed as a clown or a sailor or a pumpkin. It would be so great!
I find this response to be very “Zen” and calming. I guess I really can’t help what I like. I will embrace the fuzzy, sparkly, shiney things. I don’t know how to be any other way!
I used to be “SexyWriter” which I found to be decidedly un-creative.
So I switched to this one, which is drawn from Louis Carrol and Alice’s Adventures in the Looking Glass. (Please pardon the slightly inebriated spellings and paraphrasings).
Carrol writes, in poetic verse, something like,
“The time has come,” The Walrus said,
"To talk of many things.
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Of Cabbages and Kings.
Hmm…that last line might actually be from “Puff the Magic Dragon.” Ask me again when I’m sober.
I’m wishing now that I’d just done “Ceiling Whacks” as a play on Sealing Wax.
I *thought * that might be the case, but I haven’t read either of the Alice books in so long, that I wasn’t sure. That was a great poem, too. Thanks for telling me…now back to your regularly scheduled inebriation.
I hear ya. I have a tee-shirt I’m attached to-navy blue baby tee with a sassy-looking cartoon cat on the front that says “Purrrrfect Kitty”. My mother keeps telling me stuff like that is too young for me (I’m 26).
Personally, I think your color choices are a bit weird. I really like that in a person . Not that I would EVER choose those or allow them in my home. I’m more of a blues, grays, and wood tones type of guy.
Of course, according to my wife and two daughters, I am totally bereft of the most rudimentary sense of color, style, or fashion. The clothes I wear are a source of much amusement to them. Why my wife continues to ask me which shoes-pants-jewelry, goes best with which blouse-purse-dress is a source of constant wonder.
And Hey! Why on earth would you ever want to become mature? It’s a lot less fun than it sounds (things start to hurt in places you didn’t use to have places). There’s plenty of time for maturity later. Beige is boring. It’s hardly even a real color (but wheat, oatmeal, taupe, ecru, off-white, etc., those are okay :rolleyes: ).
Bad taste is just a matter of opinion. The people who matter don’t care, and the people who care don’t matter. Be yourself. Revel in your “bad” taste! Get a pair of clear platform shoes with live goldfish in them. Put a lime green border on your pink and black kitties quilt. Do what appeals to you.
“De gustibus non est disputandum.” (In matters of taste, there is no dispute)
Don’t try to change. I say the world needs a few Mimis out there. Generally, I am pretty conservative in how I dress, but I can respect people who have the confidence to experiment with funky color combinations and weird outfits. Life would be boring if everyone dressed in the same neutral colors.
First off, I’m your new best friend, so you’re going to send the quilt to me.
Seriously (trying to address the “issue”), taste is a matter of opinion. IMO, you sound great. Bright and funky colors and patterns make me happy and I wouldn’t change that for anyone. I also dress “too young” and am on a path toward shopping in the juniors section when I’m 65. (I mean, [no offense meant] why should I give up style to “suit” an age? Bah. My neutral phase was over by the time I was 16, thankyouverymuch.) I wouldn’t worry about what other people may or may not think if I were you.
And regarding Mimi… I love her clothes. The overdone eyeshadow makes me cringe, though.
Oh good… You won’t mind my shortening your name, then. CeilingWhacks, don’t change! I love to see other fashion nonconformists. I tend to wear precisely what I’m comfortable in, fashion be damned. Funky socks, black rubber Birkenstock clogs, and Surreal Gourmet pants anyone?
Black and pink is the “in” color combo for the teen crowd. Go to Hot Topic in your local mall and you could sell your quilt for hundreds of dollars. To my daughters. If they had any money. They would find you fabulously cool. Wicked cool, even. But I suppose that just makes your point.
My standard everyday winter wear is jeans, sweater, work boots. When I need to dress it up a bit, I switch to black jeans, nice sweater and clogs. I wear black pants with brown shoes. My hair is nearly waist-length. I’ll be 46 next week. For awhile, I tried to “grow up” and wear more “mature” attire and have a sensible haircut. I got over it. My sister, on the other hand, has always worn classic fashions and styled hair. We’re both comfortable. (I can dress up when required, although it usually requires me to go out and purchase a specific outfit and it’s not my preference.)
You are who you are and there needs to be Mimi’s to balance out the Martha’s. Revel in your Mimihood. Without you, li[COLOR=DarkOrange]me green an[/COLOR]d orange paisley prints would be doomed to a life in the Clearance bins.
I am a long time color offender. When I was in second grade, I think it was, my mother saw me come home from school, and announced I was not allowed to dress myself for the rest of the year, without letting her vette my clothing choice.
So I had a green and orange horizontal striped shirt with plaid pants? I was colorful! They were my favorite pants, and favorite shirt. What’s the problem? Hmm?
When I was older I would choose my clothes at the store based on which patterns and colors would most annoy my sister.
I was even accused of having a couple of shirts that needed batteries, and could be played like an Atari 2600 game.
These days, I just wish I could paint my apartment with blue walls (bright, electric blue) and (canary) yellow trim. Alas, my lease has a clause about landlord flat white only.
. Not that I would EVER choose those or allow them in my home. I’m more of a blues, grays, and wood tones type of guy.
