Dress- Beacon's Closet @ Williamsburg :: Cardigan- FROM PINK TO REPLACE RED B. CARDIGAN :: Tights- We Love Colors :: Boots- Rebel via TJMaxx :: Headband- Modcloth freebie whee
I really have nothing else I can say (eh eh), because it's the weekend and I should either be:
a) going out and having a cuh-razy-ass time, or
b) staying in and diligently working my ass off
instead I am:
c) doing all of the above
when really I am:
d) schlutzing around.
Instead, I'll tell that random story I mentioned in the last post concerning thigh high socks:
This happened when my mom and I took an overnight trip to Chicago over winter break. The morning after we spent the night in the supposedly haunted hotel, we were walking out to a nearby gift shop so I could find some post-Christmas Christmas presents. So there we were, walking la-dee-da down S. Michigan Ave., when a decently-dressed middle-aged man started walking alongside me, close enough to slightly burst my bubble.
"Is that one or two parts?"
"Uh... uh huh? What? I'm sorry?"
"The black and gray, are they one or two parts?" He gestured to the gray thigh high socks over black tights ensemble I was wearing that day.
I fumbled around my words and told him it was two parts. To make matters even better, my mom (who, keep in mind, was witness to this whole conversation so far) piped in.
"Why you ask?" She's an Asian mother, of course she had to ask.
And this isn't verbatim, but the man said something along the lines of,
"Oh, because I think it's very attractive."
Oh. GOD. My alarm bells were going off and I was not-so-subtly sidling away from the man as I quickened my pace. I tried to mentally drag my mom along with me as I told her in high-pitched Korean "let's GO, Mom." But the panic wasn't contagious.
"Oh ho ho," she chortled (yes, she chortled). "My daughter? You find attractive? Oh ho ho."
Being the polite, if somewhat to a fault, woman that she is, my mother bid the man a good day. I followed suit, if somewhat hastily and in a get-the-fuck-away-please-sir kind of tone. I got the gifts, met up with my friend and received no further compliments that day.
Moral of the story: Thigh high socks' biggest fan base is the middle-aged man. Be careful of the power you wield when you wear them.
And now, some quaint pictures of faces. Our faces. With MATH.
= AUGH GET AWAY FROM ME
In hindsight, did I overreact? I never actively said anything bad to the man, but I do tend to exaggerate circumstances for the sake of humor. It wasn't exactly like he was salivating on my socks or anything. That would require a get-the-fuck-away-from-me-now-sir tone of voice.