Black 3/4 sleeve boatneck tunic with slit sides, tan extra wide legged trousers that seriously need to be hemmed because if I wear them with anything shorter than my 4 inch round toe double thin buckle heels, they pool on the floor.
Naturally, am wearing said heels.
Also have on a gorgeous green wool peacoat that is keeping me warm in the subfreezing temperatures. Hair is up in a twist held with a black hairstick, and I am wearing earbobs for the first time in ages - flat wooden chocolate brown O shapes with a stylizes floral pattern picked out in tan, dangling from brass wire hooks.
Bliss almost always does this. I have no idea what most of the above actually means, but if I knew something about fashion, different cuts for clothes, and all that, what she wrote would likely make perfect sense and paint a vivid and accurate picture. Instead, I always just make up in my own mind what things like a "boatneck tunic" might be or look like, because I haven't the foggiest idea. I suppose that it makes me lazy that I don't Google it, but I never, ever do. Clothes just aren't important enough for me to do that. I had one fashionista just exclaim in horror when I told her that the shirt that I was wearing was like 7 years old and used to be black, and then she pointed out to me that I shouldn't wear it with my pants, as the shirt was faded at an uneven rate to the pants... both had started black, and the pants were still close to it, but the shirt could be described as nothing other then a dark grey. Not that I mind fashionistas by any means, but it's just an alien and therefore interesting thing to me. I can't help but marvel that some people care about such things, and that in that particular feild, that their knowledge will always be at least a thousand times greater then mine. Of course, being a geek, I usually find that kind of knowledge, even of a subject that I care naught about, to be attractive...
Gawd I drive women crazy when they come with me to go clothes shopping. I think it's the proud arrogence I display. I'm ultra picky, but utterly unknowledgeable about anything fashion related, and so I usually end up with one to several women, possibly a few fashionable gay guys, and usually a couple of store employees all trying to explain why my monkey suit pants (slacks) can't be the purest deepest black along with the shirt that I picked out, and usually going about crazy when I start asking them why I need penny catchers on the bottoms of pant legs (that's what I call those silly cuffs they put down there), or why I must wear a noose around my neck, and do they come in a deeper shade of black (a tie)... and on, and on, and on.