fug fug fugliness on public transit
okay, my bitchy side cannot not not let this go. I've been watching too much What Not To Wear, and was evaluating what I liked and what I thought didn't work about people's outfits on the subway today. Not out loud, I'm not outwardly bitchy. Don't pretend you don't do this too. Anyway, it all came to a screeching halt when I spotted someone who made everyone look like a highly styled model. Picture this, if you will.
The woman was not herself unattractive, perhaps just entering middle age, with long, somewhat wavy brownish hair and a slight, medium-height build. Not someone you'd rally notice, but perfectly average and acceptable. There was a pink scrunchy in her hair and a baggy light pink cotton knit cardigan, as well as an old-lady purse of a muddy colour. Not good, but not horrible, just dowdy. BUT! Scan down to - wait for it - lilac satin hot pants. Oh wait, we're not there yet. With thigh-high semi opaque stay-up stockings pulled up to a couple of inches below them, her white thighs peeking out in between! Ack! And clumpy flat shoes, but who really cares, after the hotpant/thighhigh combo. *shudder*
I know I'm evil, but I just had to get it out of my system. I know you'll understand.
Labels: People Watching