I hate that my cozy warm, fashionable, yet affordable (thanks Target) wool felt coat is apparently a mobile static electricity generator. Getting in and out of my car is an especially charged experience. As is leaning across the seat of the car to give my grrlie a smooch (how come I’ve always gotta be the one on the painfull side of the zap?). And then there’s the special days, like today, when just taking the coat off is enough to jolt my world with the next metal object that I come in contact with.
I hate that my otherwise totally awesome and comfy Vasque hiking boots seem to have been equipped with the most inept round nylon shoelaces ever made. Each boot comes untied on at least a daily basis, despite any and all knot-tying acrobatics I’ve ever tried.
I hate the way that my knit cap crushes my hair in such a way that hat-head is completely unavoidable. Then, to add injury to insult, if I leave it on all day to hide said hat-head, my scalp gets hot and itchy causing me to futz with the hat all day, and then once I take it off, I have a scalp-ache that lasts for hours.
I have a similar coat/static problem–though I didn’t get my coat at Target. (My fall/spring leather jacket is Target-bought, but I never have the static problem with that one.)
I bought a great bra last week–can’t get the straps to stay up because I have no shoulders at all.
My favorite jeans have started doing that frayed-inside-thigh thing that means I’d best stop wearing them in public. An all-out tear is imminent.
There was some sort of detergent malfunction, and my adorable v-neck brown long-sleeved t-shirt that looks so awesome on me now has a permanent detergent mark right on the boob.
The thigh blow-out happened to me once. At work. I ended up stitching up my jeans in the bathroom and then walking & sitting ever so gingerly for the rest of the day.
I noticed it at work sometime last week and just prayed the jeans would last through the day. Funnily enough, the full blow-out happened last night after I’d gotten home and changed into the favorite jeans. I mourn.
I was driving to school once and happened to glance down- you know you have a problem when a large chunk of your pink-with-black-polka-dots thong is visible through the giant hole in your pants. I was really lucky, though. I was teching a theatre show, and had a pair of black pants in the back of my car.
I got home from a nice dinner out at a very spendy restaurant last Friday night to find that the back of my expensive Chico’s jacket had split open at the seam - and is too frayed to be able to be sewn back together. You spend that kind of money, you expect to be able to wear something more than, say, 4 times before it’s no good. Mr. Wanna said I should take it back to Chico’s, but it’s over a year old, and I wouldn’t have the receipt any more, so I’m sure it would do me no good.
While I’m ranting lamely about clothing with the rest of you, I’d like to just rant in general about women’s underpants. I have terrible luck finding a pair of women’s underpants that cover my ass cheeks completely AND stay there AND don’t cause VPL AND are made of 100% cotton (because I despise nylon or polyester undies) AND cost less than $10 a pair. And thongs are right out, so don’t bother mentioning those. I tried the Victoria’s Secret bikinis that someone recommended a few months ago, but they give me terrible VPL at the hip area under anything except heavy denim jeans. I think getting a larger size might resolve the VPL problem, but then would probably bring back the ass-creeping, which drives me batshit crazy. :mad:
I despise the hippie skirts that are thin, single-stiched and with loose threads and frayed edges off the rack. The ones you have to hand-wash and “gently wring dry parallel to creases” because they couldn’t possibly survive a round in the washing machine. Those ones.
