Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Awesome Pants

I have a confession to make. I have an obsession with awesome pants. I love interesting, flowing clothes, and this is nowhere near as evident in the case of comfortable pants. They cover so much (usually), and yet they give so much freedom. It's almost like not wearing pants at all!

Admittedly, most of these comfortable pants are "harem pants," but we don't have to call them that. We can just call them "awesome pants" as a signifier of all pants that are remotely interesting. I got a pair of really interesting pants Barcelona, a green-and-bown paisley pattern, and I found the exact same ones last week in Madrid. I think my new pair of pants are the pinnacle of wonderful, ridiculous, frivolous fashion. I probably won’t get another pair of pants that are quite as ridiculous as these – but you never know.

The pair of pants I bought.

The pair of pants I considered.

Teddy and I having fun with silk dresses and pants.

And these pictures are yet more reasons to get a new camera. Thankfully, my mother told me today that she could "send [me my] new camera," which means that a new camera has indeed already been chosen and purchased for me, so this situation will be rectified in a few weeks when my parents come to visit me between my time in Spain and Scotland! Thanks, Mom and Dad, for the early-ish birthday present!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Leg Experiment: Confidence

So, in keeping with my tendency to post latently what I have experienced, on Sunday I went to Church. Let me reiterate that I have not shaved my legs since December, so the hair on my legs is quite fuzzy and dark. I had no stockings and no hose to cover up the hair. I did wear a longish skirt and crossed my legs at the ankles nervously, hoping that no one would see and comment. I’m torn between wanting someone to notice and tell me that they notice, as well as dreading the fact that someone might notice and then tell me – excepting those select few individuals who follow me. I consider it an unfair advantage. As always, if anyone saw my legs on Sunday, they did not comment.