Let's Talk Bloomers

You know that one pair of underwear that you own that just sits in the back of your undie drawer completely unused and hated? Ya know the one. The one that just fits in that perfectly uncomfortable way, has that embarrassing pattern on it, and/or fits more like it once belonged to your great great great granny back in the 19th century when bloomers were a thing. Whelp, today I was forced to wear my "the one" pair of undies. And it sucked. Funny how in the case of underwear, being "the one" is not a good thing. To not get our terms all muddled up and not confuse our "the one" pair as something good let's just call them our "Smeagol" pair of undies, because they wants on our bodies like Smeagol wants the ring. We all know how those days when we're forced into wearing our Smeagol undies go, am I right? You start off by lookin' through your undie drawer seeking your "cute" pair, "comfy" pair, or even just your "simple white" pair but every time, your hands come up empty or worse they keep fumbling up against your Smeagol pair. It's like the Smeagol pair is going, "Pick me, Precious. Pick me." and you're just all, "Shut up Smeagol. I'm not your precious and I don't want to wear you." Yeah, that pretty much describes my morning. Smeagol kept beggin' and beggin' and I kept refusin' and refusin' but when I realized it was my only clean pair I was forced into accepting my Smeagol undie's cries of, "Preciousss! Preciousss!" It sucked.

Let me describe to you my Smeagol pair of undies so you can fully understand why they suck. You know those athletic types of undies with that boy short shape that are made of extra elastic-y, firm, stretchy material? The ones that fit so snugly around your bottom that they don't ever budge even an inch and make panty lines a thing of the past? Yeah, my Smeagol pair are like a wannabe pair of those. They have the boy short shape down pat but that's about the only thing the wannabe athletic Smeagol undies got semi right. I say semi because they're just a wee bit shorter than they should be, which, combined with their extra elastic-y but not quite firm enough material equal wedgie mania for the entire day. Not to mention the fact that their hems aren't that deliciously thin texture that fit so snugly that pantie lines are invisible, oh no, their hems are extra thick and chunky which make the wedgie they give me all the worse and if by some miracle stupid Smeagol doesn't wedge, then my panty lines are visible even through JEANS. That's how thick the hems are. Oh how I hate my Smeagol underpants. Now that you all have that beautimus visual of my Smeagol panties in your heads, let's move on.

 {Gap: white t-shirt similar; AE: beanie, glittered gold belt; Abercrombie: boot cut jeans similar; GoJane: booties similar; h&m: layered necklace similar}

Say hello to more of my Black Friday finds. I got this lovely white tee at the Gap for 50% off, and let me tell you, it is softer than a cloud of cotton. I also love how it's got that perfect baggy but not too baggy look. The perfect medium between "fitted" and  "I'm wearing a tent". I had been needing a good plain white tee for a good year and a half, and I'm so glad I was able to get this oh so soft one for such a great price. I got the beanie from American Eagle and it's the beige twin sister of the hot pink beanie I was wearing a couple of posts ago. I love it so much I'm almost sad I didn't buy all of the colors they had available. I realize the belt I'm wearing isn't very visible because of the snow but it was another American Eagle find. I had been wanting a gold glittered belt for a couple of weeks now because it's the perfect way to add a little sparkle and touch of the holiday spirit for the season. The only problem was that they only had a size medium in store, but I decided that I wanted the belt too much to pass it up. I'm so glad I got it because all I had to do was poke a hole at the appropriate spot and presto change-o it was the adequate size to fit around my waist, not to mention the fact that since I got it in a medium I can also wear it around my hips with a pair of jeans like I am today. Yay! Also, in case you didn't already notice, it snowed. ;) I was actually kind of excited about it at first but then after a couple of hours in, the yucky brown slush started to form and I remembered why it is that I am no lover of the snow. Slush is the worst. Trodden on brown snow that squelches underneath your feet and all too closely resembles the innards of a baby's diaper full of a soft two. Yeck. Snowy season here we come, I guess.

Much love!