Stockholming, Week 4, and Some Talk of Underthings

I knew I should have Stockholmed yesterday. I gotta be honest--yesterday I looked (IMO) hot, and I very rarely think I look hot. It was a pretty simple outfit, with a black sparkly pencil skirt from Torrid, a white cardy as a blouse, nude hose, and some cutout black suede slingbacks with a stacked heel and python patent detail. Hot. But today is not bad.

Last week, though? Last week was bad. Look at this. Just look!

Yeah, it's not pretty. Flat hair, pale makeup, bad collar, red bathroom. Overall ugh. I promise that most of the week was better.  But seriously--puffed cap sleeves that cut off above the widest part of my arm and are too big for the arm when the rest of the shirt is too small for me. Ugh. Damned Old Navy sales, seducing me into bad fashion choices with the lure of $10 shirts. I just have to learn to pass up cheap for quality (at least once I reach goal weight; until then, it's like short-selling on stocks).

Today's outfit's ok...the cardigan is missing a button, which means that it closes just above the widest part of my waist, and the hairs a little wonky, but overall I'm in a pretty good state of mind about my clothing choices. 

Looking at the pictures, though, brings to mind one thing (guys, stop reading here): appropriate undergarments. It actually came to me yesterday at the gym, listening to a cute new HS grad talking about her dress. Apparently she couldn't wear her sundress with anything but nude underwear because the underwear shows through the thin, white, cotton dress. I was aghast. I wanted to ask if she had ever heard of a slip, because really? The thought of wearing a white skirt without a slip brings back viciously fun memories of a horrid bridesmaid in just such a dress, posing for photos in front of a picture window--her flowered thong was quite lovely in the pics, I'm sure. But I wouldn't wish that on this little girl. Standing in the locker room, I couldn't see the underwear but I could see where the red tank she was wearing under the sundress ended, and it was so uncute. I felt bad for her, and all it would take is a slip.

I guess it's always about the right undergear. My issue is that, as I lose weight, I feel better and fitter, and think I look better (concurrence received from friends and intended), some outfits--like the ones above--show that without the right undergarment, losing the weight in some areas just highlights how much there is to lose other places. More-defined muscles seem to highlight the chubbed areas more than when the whole was chub. So, I guess, until I hit goal, it's time to learn from Steel Magnolias.

Clairee: "Looks like two pigs, fightin' under a blanket!"
Truvy: "I haven't left the house without Lycra on these thighs since I was fourteen."
Clairee: "You were brought up right."

Sigh. One more motivation to reach goal.