While it isn't quite as nice this weekend as last, it is still beautiful out. I had some shopping to do earlier, but now I am home, lying in the sun on my back deck, catching up on email on my laptop. At only around 50 degrees, it is a little cool to be naked, but that hasn't stopped me. The sun feels nice on my body.
Yesterday I did a charity walk with people from work, so I stayed in town this weekend. While the walk was fun, it was rather cold. I had originally planned to wear shorts, but when I got up and found that it was only 34 degrees outside, my plans changed. Instead, I opted for a pair of under capri leggings, a sports bra, a long-sleeve shirt and my work's team t-shirt over that. The walk was a bit chilly, but it was still fun. Afterwards, I came home and, of course, got naked, but spent the rest of the day inside as it was too cold to be naked outside.
I also had plans to go out with some friends last night. We wanted to try a new restaurant that recently opened. In an effort to find something classy, yet unique to wear, I started searching through my closet. I opted for a combination I had never tried together before, but I think it worked and my friends really liked it. I ended up taking a maroon sarong and folding it such that it would be a bit shorter than my normal dress length. I wrapped it around my chest so in a strapless manner and tied it off with a big, fancy knot in the front. I paired this top with a pair of black leggings (full-length this time) and black leather skinny-heel boots. I probably should have tied the sarong a little longer, because it didn't quite cover my butt completely, but by the time I noticed I was in no mood to try and retie the sarong, so I left it that way. I don't generally mind showing a little ass anyway, though--I know the guys enjoy it.
Speaking of showing off, I had to laugh this morning. I started my errands today with a trip to a local coffee shop. I'm usually a plain, black coffee kind of girl, but occasionally I enjoy a latte--and today was one of those days. While I was waiting in line, I couldn't help but stare at the college-aged girl in front of me. She was kind of heavy set and wearing a distressed white t-shirt with a black bra that you could see right through the thin material. The collar of the shirt was ripped off and she was wearing it off one shoulder so that her brastrap was exposed. She was also wearing leggings, but the shirt stopped about an inch below the top of them, showing off most of her butt and, to top it all off, Ugg boots (IMHO, the UGGliest things in the world).
I'm not generally one to judge people, and the only reason I bring this up is because of what I saw when this girl turned around. The neckline of the shirt was, as I said, ripped open, so the shirt showed off quite a bit of her rather ample cleavage (and even some of the front of her push-up bra). What really got me going, though, was teh message on the shirt--made with those fuzzy iron-on letters that were popular in the 80's. It said "What are you looking at, pig?"
I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes (...ok, often...) dress for attention. I know guys go nuts when a chick shows some boob or leg, so me and my large breasts and long legs are happy to oblige. The thing is, I try to at least keep it classy. In fact, at the time I witnessed this fashion train wreak, I was wearing less and showing a bit more than she was: I had on a short black athletic-style shirt and a white camisole tank with no bra.
This girl was cute. Even though she was a little overweight, she could still look amazing if she put a little though into her clothes. Like a shirt you couldn't see through that covered at least some of her butt and some season-approipriate footwear like some flats or even leather boots--I mean it hasn't snowed in two moths! I didn't mind the cleavage, I didn't mind the leggings--but you've got to understand that when you wear things that show off your curves people will look.
I'm starting to get cold, so I think I will get off my soapbox and go inside for a little while now. Oh how I can't wait for summer and the ability to be naked whenever I want to be that way.
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