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Maybe I should get off my ass and post photos and maybe mini-tutorials about the clothing alterations/refashions I’m doing, since they’re all the opposite of the conventional “buy huge shit, lay it flat, cut tiny clothes out of it” narrative you get in literally every fucking refashion blog.
Mine is all ‘okay i’m a crazy hoarder who has put on like forty pounds in the last couple of years, all I have is some busted old shit and a few years’ worth of compulsively buying remnants out of the bin at the fabric store, let’s see what I can do’.
Latest revelation, though– I was picking apart an old skirt to make into a new skirt and thought, well, fuck, why agonize about separates? I could just make everything into dresses and never have to worry about matching a top to a bottom again.
Though, looking at my selection, i don’t think I ever have to worry about anything ever matching anything else again. BADUM-PTSH hey at least I’m seldom bored.
Also I need a creative solution to the fact that every light-colored shirt I own has a stain down the chest where the first time I wore it I dropped food on it, because my bosom is basically a shelf right below my mouth and I’m a clumsy moron who never learned to eat like an adult.
(Relatedly I have somewhat recently decided that I don’t give a fuck about etiquette, I tuck my napkin in my collar regardless of where or what I’m eating because fuck it, my lap is completely sheltered by my breasts and I have to actively rummage around to find my napkin there. It makes no sense to put my napkin there. I sort of realized I’m at the point of fat where people who are going to be judgy have already judged me, so it really doesn’t matter what I do past that.)
Maybe I should get off my ass and post photos and maybe mini-tutorials about the clothing alterations/refashions I’m doing, since they’re all the opposite of the conventional “buy huge shit, lay it flat, cut tiny clothes out of it” narrative you get in literally every fucking refashion blog.
Mine is all ‘okay i’m a crazy hoarder who has put on like forty pounds in the last couple of years, all I have is some busted old shit and a few years’ worth of compulsively buying remnants out of the bin at the fabric store, let’s see what I can do’.
Latest revelation, though– I was picking apart an old skirt to make into a new skirt and thought, well, fuck, why agonize about separates? I could just make everything into dresses and never have to worry about matching a top to a bottom again.
Though, looking at my selection, i don’t think I ever have to worry about anything ever matching anything else again. BADUM-PTSH hey at least I’m seldom bored.
Also I need a creative solution to the fact that every light-colored shirt I own has a stain down the chest where the first time I wore it I dropped food on it, because my bosom is basically a shelf right below my mouth and I’m a clumsy moron who never learned to eat like an adult.
(Relatedly I have somewhat recently decided that I don’t give a fuck about etiquette, I tuck my napkin in my collar regardless of where or what I’m eating because fuck it, my lap is completely sheltered by my breasts and I have to actively rummage around to find my napkin there. It makes no sense to put my napkin there. I sort of realized I’m at the point of fat where people who are going to be judgy have already judged me, so it really doesn’t matter what I do past that.)
