Hangin' Around

     Another Monday, another list with Stasha. I had so much fun reading all the movie moments last week, you are all brilliant, thanks for the chuckles. This week, 10 things from your closet, no it's not that kind of post, she's talking clothes. Bonus points for pictures.  Although I like the idea, my cupboards are a bit bare. The most interesting bit I have is my sock monkey toque, so I'm going to go with 10 reasons why I have no embarrassing things lurking in the dark shadows of my wardrobe.

1. Most of the time the majority of my clothes are on the floor. Only moths hang out in the closet.

2. The purge. Having just moved, nothing I don't wear on a regular basis survived.

3. I'm hard on my clothes. I rip them, tear them, stain them and often lose them. They don't get  a chance to stay around and embarrass me. Case in point, I once came back from a club in a completely different outfit from the one I went out in. My friends swear I didn't leave??? Good times??

4 I got a "real" job, one with health benefits. No more bars, restaurants or theatre gigs. I work for accountants, a federal body, with international ties. Personal expressions of fashionable creativity strongly discouraged. Besides I pretty much wear a uniform. How crazy can you go with black shoes, black pants and a golf shirt? That's as casual as it gets.

5 I'm, let's see, what's the word? Frugal, sounds way better than cheap and more accurate anyway. I don't have a problem dropping cash on clothes but I reserve it for classic pieces, Hugo Boss jacket, Armani ties, Kenneth Cole shoes. Timeless things that never really go out of style.

6 -10 I'm older, heavier, attached, employed and it's not the 80's or even the 90's anymore. I do however reserve the right to pick up those canary yellow Docs I saw the other day. Probably not.

     Sad but true. My clothes hanger frame was 60 pounds ago. No more living in the clubs. No more "trawling" outfits, you all know what I mean, I'm off the market. No more design student days of running up a disposable outfit for the night. Now that would have been a completely different post.

Shirts made of vintage bed sheets. Yes, I had a few

Neon 

Chartreuse, still like the colour and the liqueur

Harem pants

I had already destroyed mine long before MC Hammer came on the scene

Sheer

Jude Law aint got nothin' on me

I ran up several versions of this shirt 25 years ago

     So there is is, no real embarrassing things hanging around. Not like this little head scratcher?

International pop star sporting a slogan rarely seen outside of gay porn.

What?

I can hardly wait to see what dark fashion secrets come out of everyone else's closet this week.