tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post115963798206148897..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Somewhere along this dusty road, the clotheshorse died.Linda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159754793411754072006-10-01T21:06:00.000-05:002006-10-01T21:06:00.000-05:00TC, I wouldn't like being trussed up in a suit and...TC, I wouldn't like being trussed up in a suit and tie either, so I feel for you -- but, if it's any consolation, I do think men look good in suits.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159714541884240692006-10-01T09:55:00.000-05:002006-10-01T09:55:00.000-05:00D.I., you must love your niece a LOT!Kat, please d...D.I., you must love your niece a LOT!<BR/><BR/>Kat, please don't be sad. If I were still going to meetings, etc., I'd be more interested in dressing up, too. But there are only two people in my office -- myself and my boss -- and I rarely see the same people more than once a week. I find it totally freeing not to have to worry so much about wardrobe. And the "invisible" thing? I'm an introvert; invisiblility is a desirous state.<BR/><BR/>Patsy, I know how you feel. My favorite shirt to wear with jeans is 10 years old. It's soooo soft now.<BR/><BR/>Sunflower, don't know about your daughter, but I think what drove my shopping frenzy was being able to make clothing choices without considering my mother's approval or disapproval (or the confines of her budget). One more thing I bought with my first paycheck was my own personal jar of stuffed olives, because I'd never been able to eat as many as I wanted. I might add that all that spending came to an abrupt halt a year later when I got married. Those clothes had to last me a long time.<BR/><BR/>Janet, maybe the truth is we're both weird, but weird's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159669445662350372006-09-30T21:24:00.000-05:002006-09-30T21:24:00.000-05:00Your 40-year-ago self made me laugh! Exactly like...Your 40-year-ago self made me laugh! <EM>Exactly</EM> like my today-daughter. The dear child has more shoes than Imelda Marcos and has yet to meet a black purse she doesn't like.<BR/><BR/>She doesn't get it from me, I was never much of a shopper. I'm just happy she's away at school 9 months of the year - she's always after me to wear mascara, lipstick and nice clothes. Well, not really, I miss her a lot when she's away.Sunflower Optimismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04797860099404871043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159659647219019602006-09-30T18:40:00.000-05:002006-09-30T18:40:00.000-05:00when sister came to visit she brought me new cloth...when sister came to visit she brought me new cloths. if not for her i would go to my grave wearing the same things i have wore for 5 years. mostly i wear night gowns around the house!patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15698348452802053572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159653209656854572006-09-30T16:53:00.000-05:002006-09-30T16:53:00.000-05:00Oh, this made me sad for you! It is a little toug...Oh, this made me sad for you! It is a little tougher to find those stores that cater to voluptous, mature women like us...but they are out there and carrying some beautiful things. I still love showing up for a meeting dressed to the nines. (Do people still say dressed to the nines?)Kat Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04507608245051822561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-1159641275300086572006-09-30T13:34:00.000-05:002006-09-30T13:34:00.000-05:00I read this post when in two hours I'll be heading...I read this post when in two hours I'll be heading to the Galleria with multiple floors and wings and the darn skating rink to take my neice shopping for jeans. What a bunch of bunk for a Saturday. Time with her = good. Time shopping = yucko. Sigh.Duly Inspiredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14667265361131163774noreply@blogger.com