size matters.
this one's for kristin... welcome to tuesday's post number 2.my tights are too big.
sometimes i forget reality and the fact that i shrink a lot of my clothes. i don't know why, i just do. i do everything i'm supposed to, but it doesn't always work out like it should. sometimes, when i'm in a store, i forget that a well-fitting shirt will likely be a size smaller after it's introduced to my laundry methods. i've become conscious of this again as of late, so when i was out shopping for tights, i said to myself, 'be realistic.'
the problem with this system and with being realistic while tights shopping is that i don't ever shrink my tights. they stay the same size. instead of being on one end of the scale for smalls, i opted to be on the small end of the mediums. this hasn't worked out so well for me. i've been yanking these things up all day. remember that suzanne vega song about the diner and the lady she sees adjusting her stockings outside the window? that could be me. me and my too big tights.
posted by julie @ 2:37 PM
2 Comments:
i laughed the whole reading through.
thats funny cuz i usually don't get on the computer at home and check my email. today, however, i am expecting a response back from my pastor so i checked it, and decided to look at "wandering sails" blogg once again for the third time today!
so, thank you for the kind dedication of "size matters".
:)
it made my day!
Tom's Diner--from Solitude Standing
I liked her first (self titled) album better, and I lost track of her after that. Thanks for reminding me.
Link to a clip...
http://www.suzannevega.com/audio/music/SolitudeStanding/TomsDiner.mp3
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in
" It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk
I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies
When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head
There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train
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