Perma-clothes and other brilliant thoughts.

Whats Perma-clothes? Well, its the clothes you'd wear if you could only wear one outfit the rest of your life.

This Christmas I bought a few things that go on the list. I usually thrift 90% of my wardrobe- but you can't do that without a good base of wonderful things that could get you through the year. Christmas money rocks for this reason. I go straight to the best establishments and buy WELL. Try things on, don't settle for anything that even MIGHT be uncomfortable or wash crappily. Buy good things you can't live without. This is any easy task for me, though, as I inspected and window shop all year round. I also read every review of everything in the world before I buy. I hate wasting my money. HATE IT. And I don't worry about sales- I buy what I need with the amount I have. It pretty much burns a hole in my pocket- but I've never regretted these purchases. I have extraordinary shopping wisdom. Feel free to bow to my superior retail talent.

Ok, enough self-congratulatory bull-malarkey:

Number one is this Lucky hoodie:

Let me say one thing. I DON'T wear "hoodies". Thats never, ever been me. I don't really wear sweatshirts or athletic-style clothing unless it's my running tights and top. But, I couldn't deny my attraction to this. It was expensive, and fit perfect- snug all around and not the least bit dowdy. And the origami flower print? Wonderful!! There is not a color that this jacket doesn't have. I've worn it almost everyday since I got it.

Number two is my new BOC by Born boots:
(notice the mud? I live a real life with my feet in the earth...)

I wanted motorcycle boots again, but, I couldn't pass these up for comfort alone. These are as good as UGGs or slippers or even being barefoot. One night, I almost got into bed with them on. And I'm not a shoes-in-the-house person- I get those suckers off ASAP. But these are awesome.

Number three is my Yellow Gap corduroys:


I wanted corduroys- but I struggle to find ones that fit without muffin-topping me. Luckily, the Gap came through, as it often does for me. I'm sort of shaped like a 2 by 4. Wait...more like a tree or a telephone pole- sort of straight-sided and yet not flat bellied. No real discern-able bumps or gender-specific features. Kind of a squishy ten-year old? Ok...you get the picture. ANYWAY, I saw that the Gap had stretch cords, and was thrilled to put them on and see that they were stretch, yet, didn't walk off me when I walk. And I got yellow because I'm so shy and like to blend in. HA!

Thats all that qualifies right now. I'm also generally not too far from my thrifted Denim jacket or some sort of striped shirt.

So, anyway. Today I got to go sing with my friends who are in an Emmylou Harris tribute band. I have some parts in some of their songs, so I got to sit and croon for a few hours, which, as those of you that know me understand, usually leaves me walking on air.

I have such a weird relationship with singing. I think I've figured out I can only handle it as long as I'm not singing alone. Singing alone, however much I wish I could, causes a reaction in me akin to the apocalypse. Lot's of outrageous paranoia, tremendous crippling fear and a terrible massive exodus of my internal organs. I can' handle the pressure. Too much at stake to think I could fail (which I have, many, many times, by the way). And if I fail- it means I'm no good.

But I'm pretty excellent at harmonizing and backing people up, and it brings me an astounding amount of joy, so I'll stick with that until I mature enough to sing alone. (which could be never)