It sucked him out the window, he ain't come home again

[raybear]

I love that feeling when you find an article of clothing in a store, and you have a vision of exactly how it will look on you and what you will wear it with and then the moment comes and you put it on and it fits so perfectly, you could almost cry.

Or maybe it's just me.

I bought these khaki pants yesterday when I had one of these perfect visions in the store, but I do not look like a prep, a douchebag, or a neo-nazi. They fit me in a way, that I'm re-thinking my Movie Outfit. (A Movie Outfit is what I think of as a trademark look for myself that would look good for an entire film, where the plot is such that I'm wearing essentially the same clothes for most of the two hours, except for perhaps during a scene near the end that requires me to dress up in a suit. Previous Movie Outfits have included favorite pair of jeans and my 'american pop icon' t-shirt with the flocked eagle design.)

So today I'm wearing them with black shoes, my complicated black belt (it has stitching designs and small silver studs and my big "Sun City" buckle), a short sleeve button down black (with black vertical stripes) shirt. I'm still not totally sold on the short-sleeve shirt on me yet, though this one at least doesn't make me look like a mormon on his mission and it's approaching a reasonable look. My outfit is not particularly flashy or innovative, but it's simply that the shirt and the pants both fit me exceedingly well. I have spent so much of my life in clothes that made me uncomfortable and hid my body for various reasons, this is still a novelty for me to be all jazzed at how I look. And it's not just me who thinks this -- I got checked out several times on the train (by men and women) and then on the elevator on the way up by an attorney in the office. After making eye contact recognition and exchanging hellos, she gave me the up and down and looked slightly suprised, then turned away quickly and we resumed conversing about the weather.

Now if only the weather would cooperate and get hot by Thursday night so I can wear my ridiculous board shorts that have a big stripe across the front, highlighting (and accentuating) my package.

Comments

[unscrambled.livejournal.com]

I was also wearing the perfect outfit today, as judged by the fact that my work gay boyfriend, my actual gay boyfriend, and the assistant commissioner (gay) all complimented my short sleeved cowboy shirt and white belt with bear buckle combination.

That shit feels amazing. I'm glad you've had a similar clothing uptick after yesterday's tooth pain disaster.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I was a little worried because I did the clothes shopping while post-dental high, so when I got home and had returned to stasis, I was a little worried about what would be in the bag. But everything I got was perfect. No post-purchase regrets!

Glad the universe bestowed a well-dressed day on you as well!

[unscrambled.livejournal.com]

I predict that when you meet this shirt, you will want it. It's that good.

It's nice to buy shit and not regret it.

I'm currently putting away the clothes explosion which has been accumulating on my floor for the past six months, and I'm realizing that some shit needs to go. I need to suck it up.

[mrmturtle.livejournal.com]

white belt with bear buckle.
that's hot.