Thursday, June 28, 2007

Please don't report me to Clinton & Stacy

I need some new clothes, man. The good news is: I lost some weight over the last couple months. The bad news is: I haven't lost enough to really fit into the stuff I was wearing this time last year. So I'm in that awkward in-between phase where the few larger-sized items I bought a few months ago are just making me look bigger than I am now, and the smaller clothes I have are making me look like I'm a little too "poured into" them. I mostly wear button-up blouses to work and they will fit for the most part, except I'm getting that annoying peek-a-boo around the third button region across the bust (see pic of Ms. Spears with that problem, exaggerated). Oh, and that of course doesn't mean I'm not wearing these shirts. Because you know the look I'm going for says "Hey - I'm a little bit office, but I'm a little bit hussy too - lookit my bra!" But, you know, it's fine - just as long as I keep pulling on my shirt, and you don't view me from the side. Dude, I need some new clothes.

4 comments:

iamnot said...

Actually, exposing parts of parts is the very attractive because it makes you look available.
"Available," like "you might get lucky big boy," is the single most attractive feature a woman can have.
Thus speaks the pig....

Fluffycat said...

You could try some of those "minimizer" bras. I have a large chest, and button down shirts never fit unless they are HUGE on me everywhere else, but the minimizer bras keep everything in line.

Awesome about the weight loss. You go, girl!

Kate said...

Heeheehee! You are too funny! I can relate - suddenly all my summer shorts are too tight. I put on a pair to take a walk with a coworker a couple of weeks ago, and I didn't want to leave the bathroom wearing them. That oh so sexy up-the-butt look. Gahh!

KC said...

Congrats on the weight loss. I'm trying to do that too but just blew it on a bag of sweet & salty trail mix. I can't stop eating that stuff till it's gone!

I posted today about shopping for a dress. I hate shopping for dresses.