When I work up to see all the snow on the ground this morning, I decided it was the perfect day to work from home. I live out in the country and, figuring that my normally 45-minute commute would take me about two hours today, I figured it wasn't worth even trying to drive in. Fortunately my company is cool about these kinds of things.
I figured, however, that before I hunkered down and got to work that I should probably shovel the snow. The plow guy had already come to take care of my driveway, but my sidewalks and deck needed to be cleaned off. Considering that it was much too cold to do that in the nude, so I pulled on my ski pants and a parka, and got to work. When I finished about 45 minutes later, I was hungry. I've been so busy at work, however, that I haven't had time to grocery shop and there was nothing to eat in the house--there wasn't even enough coffee to make a whole pot!
I decided it was time for a trip out to the store. As I thought about getting dressed, though, it occurred to me that my shoveling outfit was good enough for the trip out and the thought of being almost naked was starting to turn me on. I put my stuff back on and headed for the nearest gas station.
When I got to the store, there were several other people there that were dressed similar to me, all of whom were presumably heading to a nearby ski area for the day. As I watched them, I thought about how none of them probably had any clue that I was naked under my outwear and I started to get excited. I grabbed a breakfast sandwich, a cup of coffee, and some cold cuts so that I'd have something for lunch and got back in my car.
As I was driving home, I realized that I had never zipped my jacket when I left the house. Although my bib-style ski pants kept everything covered, it must have been quite apparent to anyone in the store that I wasn't wearing any kind of shirt. The thought of me being a tease really got me going. I wasted no time when I got home--I pulled off my jacked and pulled down my pants and got myself off in my cold garage, leaning against my open car door. I hadn't even closed the garage door yet.
I spent the rest of the day naked, in front of the computer. Needless to say though, I wasn't quite as productive as I am when I'm at work--there were several pleasure breaks throughout the day!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, December 17, 2010
Leggings ARE Pants
I was standing in line at a convenience store earlier today and I couldn't help but notice the way a girl ahead of me was dressed. She was in her early 20's and was wearing this kind of funky, black, asymmetrical blouse that would have probably looked pretty good if it was paired with jeans or dressier pants, but it just didn't fit with the hot pink sweatpants she was wearing. The thing that really caught my eye, though, was the way she was wearing the sweatpants. She had them rolled down to her waist, but she much have hiked them up to her tits before rolling them because the things seemed to be permanently wedged in her ass. I could also see the entire outline of her panties and, when she turned around, her lovely camel toe. Seeing this got me thinking about fashion and the whole argument that I see all over the Internet about how leggings are not supposed to be pants.
Now that the New York weather has turned cold and snowy, I've had put away the light dresses and dig out the winter gear. As many of my readers know, I'm not a big fan of jeans (or of pants in general for that matter), so my winter wardrobe includes many pairs of leggings.
I was a child of the 80's and an athlete my entire life. From ballet, to gymnastics, to volleyball, to daily jogs and gym workouts, to the style of the moment in middle school, much of my life has involved regularly wearing spandex in some way, shape, or form. Even before leggings came back into style a few years ago, I often opted for comfort over fashion and went for the "I just came from the gym look." I spent many a weekend in the library during school in a t-shirt and leggings and I could care less what anyone thought of it.
Now, I understand all of the arguments against wearing leggings, but I think leggings have gotten a bad rep. Like the girl in the store this afternoon, I've seen many people make the same fashion faux pas wearing all kinds of pants, so why do leggings get singled out?
If leggings are not pants, shouldn't yoga pants not be pants, either? I mean, both are essentially the same--stretchy and clingy--but the yoga pants flare out a bit at the bottom to resemble a regular pant leg. No one, however, complains about how leggings look at the calf. Everyone comments on how allowing the outline of your leggings-clad butt to be seen is a crime against humanity, but no one seems to comment on the same when yoga pants are involved. Arguably, though, if your leggings fit (and by fit, I do not mean you should be trying to pull them up over your head) they probably shouldn't be riding up your crack in the first place. The same goes for camel toe--that only time I've had a camel toe in leggings is when I've intensionally pulled them up to make one (and I don't go out in public that way, trust me). I've even worn unitards and have never had a problem.
So let's take back our right to dress comfortably and to not be scrutinized by following these three simple steps:
1. Don't wear $5 leggings. If you look in the mirror and can see the shimmer of spandex (aka the "see-through look"), throw them away and go spend $20-40 on a decent pair of thicker leggings. They'll probably last four times as long as the cheap ones, anyway, so you won't be out any cash in the long run. My favorites, especially for winter, are the long underwear bottoms you can get a sporting goods and outdoor stores. Some even have a thin fleece lining that will keep your legs warm on the coldest of days, but they make a variety of weights for a whole range weather.
2. The waistline of your leggings is supposed to sit on your waist--imagine that! Some designer leggings are actually made to sit higher on the body so that they can be rolled--if your's aren't, don't try to role them. Ever.
3. Know how much butt is too much. Most leggings haters seem to say that any visible butt in leggings is too much, but I disagree. If you are coming form the gym (or you want people to think you are), I don't have a problem with tops that don't provide coverage, though body type plays into this, too. If you aren't doing the athletic look, though, I think butt coverage is a must. How much, though, is subjective IMHO. I've seen some women pull off a little bit of the lower butt cheeks peeking out under the top but this really only works if you have skinny legs and a not-overly-large butt. And please make sure rule #1 is already in effect before doing this.
Now that the New York weather has turned cold and snowy, I've had put away the light dresses and dig out the winter gear. As many of my readers know, I'm not a big fan of jeans (or of pants in general for that matter), so my winter wardrobe includes many pairs of leggings.
I was a child of the 80's and an athlete my entire life. From ballet, to gymnastics, to volleyball, to daily jogs and gym workouts, to the style of the moment in middle school, much of my life has involved regularly wearing spandex in some way, shape, or form. Even before leggings came back into style a few years ago, I often opted for comfort over fashion and went for the "I just came from the gym look." I spent many a weekend in the library during school in a t-shirt and leggings and I could care less what anyone thought of it.
Now, I understand all of the arguments against wearing leggings, but I think leggings have gotten a bad rep. Like the girl in the store this afternoon, I've seen many people make the same fashion faux pas wearing all kinds of pants, so why do leggings get singled out?
If leggings are not pants, shouldn't yoga pants not be pants, either? I mean, both are essentially the same--stretchy and clingy--but the yoga pants flare out a bit at the bottom to resemble a regular pant leg. No one, however, complains about how leggings look at the calf. Everyone comments on how allowing the outline of your leggings-clad butt to be seen is a crime against humanity, but no one seems to comment on the same when yoga pants are involved. Arguably, though, if your leggings fit (and by fit, I do not mean you should be trying to pull them up over your head) they probably shouldn't be riding up your crack in the first place. The same goes for camel toe--that only time I've had a camel toe in leggings is when I've intensionally pulled them up to make one (and I don't go out in public that way, trust me). I've even worn unitards and have never had a problem.
So let's take back our right to dress comfortably and to not be scrutinized by following these three simple steps:
1. Don't wear $5 leggings. If you look in the mirror and can see the shimmer of spandex (aka the "see-through look"), throw them away and go spend $20-40 on a decent pair of thicker leggings. They'll probably last four times as long as the cheap ones, anyway, so you won't be out any cash in the long run. My favorites, especially for winter, are the long underwear bottoms you can get a sporting goods and outdoor stores. Some even have a thin fleece lining that will keep your legs warm on the coldest of days, but they make a variety of weights for a whole range weather.
2. The waistline of your leggings is supposed to sit on your waist--imagine that! Some designer leggings are actually made to sit higher on the body so that they can be rolled--if your's aren't, don't try to role them. Ever.
3. Know how much butt is too much. Most leggings haters seem to say that any visible butt in leggings is too much, but I disagree. If you are coming form the gym (or you want people to think you are), I don't have a problem with tops that don't provide coverage, though body type plays into this, too. If you aren't doing the athletic look, though, I think butt coverage is a must. How much, though, is subjective IMHO. I've seen some women pull off a little bit of the lower butt cheeks peeking out under the top but this really only works if you have skinny legs and a not-overly-large butt. And please make sure rule #1 is already in effect before doing this.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Now My Mom Knows
My mom showed up at my house today, completely unannounced and unexpected. In fact, I don't think my mom has come to visit since I moved out of her house. She's always been too busy with her job, it seems, to have time for me. So it was a little surprising to see her car coming down my driveway, especially considering that I was out in my front yard--naked--planting flowers in the garden.
I've never been shy about being a nudist. I don't go around talking about it all the time, but outside of work, most people I know have either seen me nude at one time or another or at least know about it. Since my mom always seemed to put her job before me, I've never really opened up to her about a lot of things, nudity included. Not only that, but growing up my mom was always extremely conservative--she'd often complain that my shorts were to short or my top too low and I'd always have to put clothes on over my bathing suit when going to swim at the neighbor's house, so I never really expected her to respond positively to knowing her daughter is a nudist.
So my mom drives up and gets out of the car and I walk over to greet her. I, of course, have nothing nearby to put on, not that I was (or ever am) ashamed of my nudity. "Hi, mom," I say.
"Well, I guess I see why you bought a house out in the middle of nowhere," is the first thing out of my mother's mouth. My house is rather secluded--it sits near the end of a dead-end street and is set back far from the road in a heavily wooded area. I'd be lying if I said that the ability to be naked in my front yard didn't play a little bit of a role in my selecting of this house. "Hehe," I reply, "I always do yard work in the nude. I hate having dirty, sweaty clothes on." "So do you shovel the snow in the buff, too?" my mom asked. "Only in the summer," I joked. My mom did not seem amused.
I guess my mom had to come out my way for some errand and decided to come find my place while she was in the area. Since it was almost dinner time, I said "let me just finish up here, then we should go grab a bite to eat. There's a great little Italian bistro in town that you'd love." I couldn't quite gauge if my mom was being funny or not when she asked "you will be wearing clothes to this restaurant, right?"
I finished planting my last few flowers and picked up and put away my tools. Then I invited my mom inside and, still naked, gave her the grand tour of my house. In my living room I have a collage frame full of pictures of me and some friends at the on a nude beach. As we were walking through, my mom noticed the frame and commented on it. "Mom," I finally said, "I'm a nudist. If you haven't already figured it out, I enjoy being nude." My mom said nothing.
After the tour, I offered my mom a drink and excused myself to go wash up and get dressed for dinner. Knowing my mom's conservative nature, but still wanting to tease her a bit, I decided that I would wear a longer-than-my-usual blue half-sleeve gause dress. The thin material left no questions to the fact that I did not have a bra on, but I knew that my I'd be leaving my mom wondering about what else I was (or wasn't--as was actually the case) wearing underneath.
I came back downstairs to find my mom looking again at my nudist photos. "Ready?" I asked and we got in the car.
During dinner we did a fair amount of catching up. Not a word was said at the restaurant about my lack of clothing earlier in the day. During dinner it started to pour, and the walk back to my car left us a soaked and caused my dress to leave a little less to the imagination than it already was--so much for being conservative. When we got back to my place, I invited my mom back in for a glass of wine. She accepted and even said "I'm sure you want to get undressed again, so don't feel you can't on account of me being here." I decided not to take her up on the offer, but I did address my feelings on nudity and why I choose to live the way I do. I even suggested that she try it some time, though I doubt she will. After the wine, my mom said she needed to get going. I told her that it was nice getting to talk again and she agreed.
I'm don't think my mom accepted the fact that I'm a nudist, but she was at least respectful of it. And, while I don't expect that we'll become best buds as a result of this impromptu meeting, at least we were able to overcome the initial awkwardness of the situation and bond--if only a tiny bit--as a mother and daughter.
I've never been shy about being a nudist. I don't go around talking about it all the time, but outside of work, most people I know have either seen me nude at one time or another or at least know about it. Since my mom always seemed to put her job before me, I've never really opened up to her about a lot of things, nudity included. Not only that, but growing up my mom was always extremely conservative--she'd often complain that my shorts were to short or my top too low and I'd always have to put clothes on over my bathing suit when going to swim at the neighbor's house, so I never really expected her to respond positively to knowing her daughter is a nudist.
So my mom drives up and gets out of the car and I walk over to greet her. I, of course, have nothing nearby to put on, not that I was (or ever am) ashamed of my nudity. "Hi, mom," I say.
"Well, I guess I see why you bought a house out in the middle of nowhere," is the first thing out of my mother's mouth. My house is rather secluded--it sits near the end of a dead-end street and is set back far from the road in a heavily wooded area. I'd be lying if I said that the ability to be naked in my front yard didn't play a little bit of a role in my selecting of this house. "Hehe," I reply, "I always do yard work in the nude. I hate having dirty, sweaty clothes on." "So do you shovel the snow in the buff, too?" my mom asked. "Only in the summer," I joked. My mom did not seem amused.
I guess my mom had to come out my way for some errand and decided to come find my place while she was in the area. Since it was almost dinner time, I said "let me just finish up here, then we should go grab a bite to eat. There's a great little Italian bistro in town that you'd love." I couldn't quite gauge if my mom was being funny or not when she asked "you will be wearing clothes to this restaurant, right?"
I finished planting my last few flowers and picked up and put away my tools. Then I invited my mom inside and, still naked, gave her the grand tour of my house. In my living room I have a collage frame full of pictures of me and some friends at the on a nude beach. As we were walking through, my mom noticed the frame and commented on it. "Mom," I finally said, "I'm a nudist. If you haven't already figured it out, I enjoy being nude." My mom said nothing.
After the tour, I offered my mom a drink and excused myself to go wash up and get dressed for dinner. Knowing my mom's conservative nature, but still wanting to tease her a bit, I decided that I would wear a longer-than-my-usual blue half-sleeve gause dress. The thin material left no questions to the fact that I did not have a bra on, but I knew that my I'd be leaving my mom wondering about what else I was (or wasn't--as was actually the case) wearing underneath.
I came back downstairs to find my mom looking again at my nudist photos. "Ready?" I asked and we got in the car.
During dinner we did a fair amount of catching up. Not a word was said at the restaurant about my lack of clothing earlier in the day. During dinner it started to pour, and the walk back to my car left us a soaked and caused my dress to leave a little less to the imagination than it already was--so much for being conservative. When we got back to my place, I invited my mom back in for a glass of wine. She accepted and even said "I'm sure you want to get undressed again, so don't feel you can't on account of me being here." I decided not to take her up on the offer, but I did address my feelings on nudity and why I choose to live the way I do. I even suggested that she try it some time, though I doubt she will. After the wine, my mom said she needed to get going. I told her that it was nice getting to talk again and she agreed.
I'm don't think my mom accepted the fact that I'm a nudist, but she was at least respectful of it. And, while I don't expect that we'll become best buds as a result of this impromptu meeting, at least we were able to overcome the initial awkwardness of the situation and bond--if only a tiny bit--as a mother and daughter.
Sundresses
I had a coworker (male) comment on how much time I must spend getting ready in the morning because I always look so good (and no, it wasn't in a flirty kind of way, it was genuine). The funny thing is that I really don't spend much time getting ready at all. I basically get up in the morning and shower. I quickly blow my hair dry and then run it through a curling iron to give it a bit of body and put it up in a clip or pony tail. I put on a tiny bit of makeup and then I eat breakfast. Then, just before I'm ready to leave, I get dressed (if it isn't already obvious, I'm naked up until this point). Since it is now summer and I am basically in "sundress mode," getting dressed literally takes me about 20 seconds. I couldn't help but wonder what this coworker would think if he knew that there was absolutely nothing under my dress that day!
I absolutely love sundresses and, if I can't be naked, a sundress would be my first choice of outfit. I probably own at least 20 sundresses--everything from $20 Old Navy swimsuit coverups to $100+ designer dresses. I've got them in strapless, spaghetti strap, and halter styles--and even a conservative, high-neckline, full-shoulder dress. Lengths run from full-length to almost-too-short. Regardless of style, sundresses are feminine, flirty, and sexy--and they always turn heads. They're cool and comfortable on hot days, especially if you don't wear anything under them. And they are easy to take off when you're finally able to be naked again!
I absolutely love sundresses and, if I can't be naked, a sundress would be my first choice of outfit. I probably own at least 20 sundresses--everything from $20 Old Navy swimsuit coverups to $100+ designer dresses. I've got them in strapless, spaghetti strap, and halter styles--and even a conservative, high-neckline, full-shoulder dress. Lengths run from full-length to almost-too-short. Regardless of style, sundresses are feminine, flirty, and sexy--and they always turn heads. They're cool and comfortable on hot days, especially if you don't wear anything under them. And they are easy to take off when you're finally able to be naked again!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial Day
Ahhh, Memorial Day...the unofficial start of summer. This year I decided to have a few old friends up to the cabin for a nudist weekend. The weather was perfect and the bugs weren't as bad as I thought they'd be (the last time I was up at the cabin, a few weeks ago, the normal springtime black flies were starting to come out in force; they seem to be past already).
Not only was the weather perfect this weekend, but it was the first time since probably October since I've participated in any kind of social nudity. It felt great to be outside enjoying the nice weather with like-minded friends and not a stitch of clothing to be seen most of the weekend. The sun was out the entire weekend and, with temperatures around 83 degrees, it was the perfect weather to be naked. The lake is still too cold for swimming, but it was a perfect weekend for lying out in the sun with a margarita or doing a little kayaking around the lake. We topped the weekend off with a cookout and clam bake on Monday afternoon. I absolutely love steamed clams and the ones we had were absolutely perfect.
We did have one surprise this weekend. As I think I've said before, the cabin I own was an old summer camp that my grandfather bought cheap when the camp went defunct. It sits on a like with only one or two more properties which are rarely used, so the property is perfect for nudity. There is public access to the lake on the opposite site from my property, but since motor craft are prohibited from the lake, it is rarely used. I've occasionally seen canoeists and kayakers on the lake, but they are few and far between. This weekend, though, we got a couple of teenagers that discovered us. To their credit, they were probably just out for a little canoeing, unaware of the party going on at my place, but when they discovered us they kind of hung out, at a distance, pretending to fish. After they didn't move for a while, one of my guy friends decided to kayak out to them--stark naked, of course--and invite them to our cookout. It was kind of funny to listen (we were close enough to them to hear most of the conversation) as they stuttered in response to my friend's invitation. As he paddled away he said "well, we have plenty of food if you change your minds." They were gone before my friend got back to my dock!
Not only was the weather perfect this weekend, but it was the first time since probably October since I've participated in any kind of social nudity. It felt great to be outside enjoying the nice weather with like-minded friends and not a stitch of clothing to be seen most of the weekend. The sun was out the entire weekend and, with temperatures around 83 degrees, it was the perfect weather to be naked. The lake is still too cold for swimming, but it was a perfect weekend for lying out in the sun with a margarita or doing a little kayaking around the lake. We topped the weekend off with a cookout and clam bake on Monday afternoon. I absolutely love steamed clams and the ones we had were absolutely perfect.
We did have one surprise this weekend. As I think I've said before, the cabin I own was an old summer camp that my grandfather bought cheap when the camp went defunct. It sits on a like with only one or two more properties which are rarely used, so the property is perfect for nudity. There is public access to the lake on the opposite site from my property, but since motor craft are prohibited from the lake, it is rarely used. I've occasionally seen canoeists and kayakers on the lake, but they are few and far between. This weekend, though, we got a couple of teenagers that discovered us. To their credit, they were probably just out for a little canoeing, unaware of the party going on at my place, but when they discovered us they kind of hung out, at a distance, pretending to fish. After they didn't move for a while, one of my guy friends decided to kayak out to them--stark naked, of course--and invite them to our cookout. It was kind of funny to listen (we were close enough to them to hear most of the conversation) as they stuttered in response to my friend's invitation. As he paddled away he said "well, we have plenty of food if you change your minds." They were gone before my friend got back to my dock!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Don't Want to Get Dressed
It is cold and rainy outside today and I really don't want to go to work. I am naked right now and I wish I could just stay this way all day. Unfortunately I have to be in the office today, so that means I have to get dressed. I've opted for a pair of black leggings with a long, white dress shirt. Under the shirt I'm going wear a stretchy cami so that I don't have to wear a bra. I haven't decided what color that will be yet, but I'm kind of thinking baby blue. I will, of course, not have panties on, either.
I'm just glad I work in a casual workplace where I can get away with dressing like this. I don't know what I'd do if i had to get dressed up every day.
Well, I guess I have to get the show on the road and go put some clothes on, as much as it pains me to do so. :(
I'm just glad I work in a casual workplace where I can get away with dressing like this. I don't know what I'd do if i had to get dressed up every day.
Well, I guess I have to get the show on the road and go put some clothes on, as much as it pains me to do so. :(
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Another Nice Weekend
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.
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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