Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Why aren't you naked and living in a cardboard box?*

(*Disregard if you are naked or reside in a paper cube.)

Are you a person of style? How much does style matter to you?

For whom do you dress? The opposite sex? (Be honest!) Yourself? Your boss? Zoroaster? Satan? (Disregard if your boss is Satan.)(Or Zoroaster.)

Is your sense of style and decor pretty much consistent or does it change from day to day?

What are the categories of style? (Trendy, classic, sporty, punk, retro, hippy, none...others?) Which category are you in and why? Early childhood trauma? Clean laundry? Discomfort with your birth gender? A pathological need for attention?

Do you think? If so, do you think about style much? What percentage of your brain does style occupy?

Does it take you more than 5 minutes to pick an outfit or a decor item?

How do you justify your materialism, Clothesy Clotheshorse?

(P.S....I don't justify mine: I write about it.)


Blogger Gizzy said...

You can't spell style without sty!


3:30 PM  
Blogger jackp said...

hmmmm...i just grab what's clean...sorry...haven't really looked in a mirror in an effort to make myself look better in years...too tired...

mind you...if i was loaded...i would have italian suits by the truckload probably....

i tried one on was good....could see/feel the quality for sure...

7:04 PM  
Blogger The Swearing Lady said...

Ha. Jeans. Jeans. More jeans. Jeans with strappy tops/camisoles. Heels. More jeans.

Eyeliner when I feel like living it up. Sometimes I even brush my hair.

11:44 AM  

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