The post with fashion thingies (because I've been watching an awful lot of Project Runway)

* I am rather sick of the empire waistline. When it began, I was all hurrah! and ooh, look how pretty! but weeks and months of wearing what looks a little like maternity wear is getting to me. How can you not look preggers in something that cinches right underneath your boobs and then billows outward? Even if you have the most beautiful toned stomach (which I don't), you're still going to look vaguely full. I tried to mix it up the other day, you know, look for things that had a straight cut as opposed to the sash-and-billow, but nyet. No go. So I have these masses of dresses which I will be able to, in all likelihood wear for every aspect of my life.

* I am also giving up on the Skinny Jeans phenomenon. I've tried them on over and over again and I cannot for the life of me figure out who these jeans are supposed to be flattering. I have extraordinarily skinny legs and an ass that is almost non-existant. These jeans skinnify my legs even more BUT push my ass out so I look.. well.. really weird. Pair that with an empire waist top and you know I've got some serious body issues.

Something I do like though is boy shorts, which, wouldn't you know it, is underwear. So much more comfortable than a thong, make my ass look VISIBLE (seriously!) and are kinda cool in a hipster sorta way. They're also good to wear under dresses when you don't want your pantyline to show and come in all sorts of awesome patterns. My two favourites right now are ones with cassettes on it with "Feel the beat" on the waistband and similiar ones with zebra faces on it and "Drive Me Wild". LOVE them. I wish they were outerwear too.

I think the reason I'm edging away from your sashes and skinnyfication is also coz I'm so bored with my closet right now. Oh, I have lots of awesome clothes, but here's the thing about me--I dislike accessorising with belts and tights and what-not and I'm always looking for something which no one else will be wearing. This leads me to buy prints that are a little away from the ordinary like an awesome skull print tube dress I love or an ikkat dress with tie up straps and a pocket at the rear. So, the dress featured in the picture above is NOT something I have in my wardrobe. I do have one similar to it, only mine has stars all over it and a poufy balloon skirt. My, I love the balloon skirt. Also pockets. I don't know why pockets on dresses fascinate me so much but you could pretty much slap a pocket on anything and I would be your customer. Girls don't get enough pockets. Penis envy? Fuck that. I'm all about pocket envy. Two of my favourite pieces of bottoms belong to boys--one's a pair of camoflage three-fourths and another is golf shorts. Both loose, yes, but with a belt and POCKETS. I love those clothes.

Further tales of the newly domesticated

* Sooooooo I've been in Delhi for the last week, which is why no new posts. Delhi was hot, hot, HOT while I was there, only raining on the last few days. Fun things happened though: We came SECOND in a pub quiz (I know, I'm just as amazed as you are), discovered a new restaurant (called Gunpowder, serves--tan tara tara--Andhra/Malayali cuisine), bought NINE new dresses (and now I need occasions for all of them) and came home with so much excess baggage I had to spend an extra grand at the airport. Mostly books, but also one oven in which we made chocolate chip cookies the other day. (They were good, just got burnt a little coz we didn't know what settings to put the oven at.)

* Living together is so much fun. I love shopping for the house and doing our little domestic things and cooking! I've discovered cooking which is now my new favourite thing, even though I don't dazzle in that department. Today on the lunch menu is Goan sausages with bread, perhaps the easiest thing in the world to cook, so that should be significantly less embarrassing than other cooking episodes. (Alas, my poor cookies! Pride goeth before a fall!)

* At some point, I should go watch the newest Harry Potter, I suppose, because I already watched parts 1 to 5, even though I complained bitterly about them after. I'm such a wuss about these things. The SMART thing to do would be to say well, as each movie has been a disappointment to me, I'm not going to go for any more and retain my love for the books. But noooooo. Having commited to watching one, apparently, my mind thinks that's good enough reason to watch ALL of them. I'm sure I'll grumble about it on this blog later.

* While in Delhi, had a crazy night out and went to TLR and Smokehouse, where I bumped into many old friends, did one Kamikaze shot and bounced around a little bit, till it was time for us to leave. People though, looked so joyless and like they had to do this. I noticed people standing around in Smokehouse, elbow to armpit, chugging away at whatever beverage they had but looking sooooo, well, meh. Like this was a duty they had to perform and check off their chore list. I don't go to fancy clubs that often, not having the funds and/or the inclination, so I like the novelty value, but I felt a little bad for all these people for whom it was a Saturday Night Task. Back in the day, when there were like TWO nightclubs you visited (Ricks or Djinns or sometimes, Pluto), maybe it was because we were younger and this was all still very new, but I remember the thrill, the excitement, the feeling that this was exactly where you wanted to be. Oh sure, maybe I'm romanticizing it a bit, maybe there were still ten feet deep queues to the loo and maybe you still stood around staring at your friends because the music was too loud for conversation, but I distinctly remember people looking happier and like this was a night out extraordinaire.

Anyhoo, back to my Saturday planning (and three deadlines on the same day, because I am a crazy woman). Have a good weekend!