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vanillafluffy) wrote2006-10-14 06:45 pm
vanillafluffy) wrote2006-10-14 06:45 pm
Plaid!kink...and hats
I woke up this morning feeling like autumn is finally here. I turned off the A/C unit in my bedroom, perhaps not until spring, but at least for the moment. I can wander around the house fully dressed without feeling like I'm going to dissolve. I voluntarily put on *jeans* this morning---another one of those things I don't do if I can help it during warm weather. And... *happy sigh* I'm wearing a plaid flannel shirt.
Okay, raise your hand if you have A Thing for plaid flannel. Hello, anyone else out there? I don't know what it is, but I've had a kink for years, nay, decades about plaid flannel shirts. It started so long ago, I don't even remember who kicked it off (It might have been Michael Sarrazin in For Pete's Sake....), but it got revved up last week, and I'm in full flannel bitch mode. It's funny, a good-looking guy in flannel makes me hot**, *me* wearing flannel makes me feel cool....
I'm particularly pleased that *this* shirt fits. I bought it a few years ago, and it was snug at the time, progressing to "too damn small". Now, I wouldnt say it's baggy, but I can stretch my arms without having it pull across the tits. It's tucked into my sole pair of black jeans, which I'm wearing with my black suede boots, and I feel adventurous. I feel like pulling on my cowboy hat, climbing into my car and burning rubber. (Which of course, I'm not going to do with the price of gas these days, damn it!)
I suppose it could be considered a mild form of cross-dressing (Mens' shirts, XXXL), which doesn't especially bother me, otherwise, I'd never have trainers that fit properly. I have a few mens' shirts in my wardrobe, for the simple reason that I'm broad-shouldered, and they usually fit me better than womens', even plus-sizes. My favorite is a 5X, which is enormously over-sized on me---I wear it like a kimono-style coat over black pants and a black top---it's a blue-grey print with a dragon on the back. *Very* cool. I have a certain hat that I wear with it; I found them during the same foray at Goodwill, and love the combo---they were meant to be together!
Hats---I wouldn't call hats a kink as much as a venue for self-expression. I would be the person in our congregation voted Most Likely to Wear a Hat to Church, but it's not a turn-on like the plaid flannel is. I count eight items of headgear just from where I'm sitting, and that's the tip of the iceberg. For the rest of the house, double that, maybe triple it. (Okay, I got myself curious and took a quick census: eleven more that I could spot with a fast walk through.) Some of them are purely ornamental, like the pith helmet and the Sherlock Holmes deerstalker, a few I've outgrown, but I've got quite a variety that I wear here and there---just because.
Friends of mine say "Oh, I never wear them, I don't look good in hats", to which I then respond, "You just haven't found the right hat." I firmly believe that there's a hat for everyone. Some hats will work, some won't. It takes a certain amount of patience, trial and error, and the willingness to snicker at your reflection from time to time. Somewhere, years ago, I read a line I've never forgotten: "There are two reasons people wear hats. To be ignored, or to be noticed." Guess which category I belong to?
The thing is, it takes Hattitude to pull it off; you've got to have a certain insoucience to go anywhere in a little straw boater with a black grosgrain ribbon and bow, or the *other* little straw boater with silk flowers that looks like something from "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm". Only devil-may-care panache will enable you to wear a jaunty little black leather cap with visor. When you set that cowboy hat on your head, you'd better be able to *hear* those metaphorical spurs jingling. Believe me, on the day I walk down the aisle***, my wedding guests are gonna notice that vintage ivory pillbox with the chin-length veil. And that's the point: hats help you look fabulous...when you have the right hat.
Hats are a mood, a state of mind, an accessory that stands out. It doesn't have to be a *red* hat---why wait for an arbitrary age to let yourself be a star? Adopt a hat, adopt a new persona: I have a black "fur" hat that makes me feel like a glamourous member of the KGB when I wear it with my black wool cape-coat. In the white felt chapeau with the embroidered brim, I'm a forties film star.
Change where your head is at: try a hat today.
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** To the point that I bought my ex- some plaid flannel pajamas. *grins reminiscently* He was warm and I was hot....
*** Hey, it's gonna happen. Someday. I wonder where I can find a tux lined in plaid flannel?
Okay, raise your hand if you have A Thing for plaid flannel. Hello, anyone else out there? I don't know what it is, but I've had a kink for years, nay, decades about plaid flannel shirts. It started so long ago, I don't even remember who kicked it off (It might have been Michael Sarrazin in For Pete's Sake....), but it got revved up last week, and I'm in full flannel bitch mode. It's funny, a good-looking guy in flannel makes me hot**, *me* wearing flannel makes me feel cool....
I'm particularly pleased that *this* shirt fits. I bought it a few years ago, and it was snug at the time, progressing to "too damn small". Now, I wouldnt say it's baggy, but I can stretch my arms without having it pull across the tits. It's tucked into my sole pair of black jeans, which I'm wearing with my black suede boots, and I feel adventurous. I feel like pulling on my cowboy hat, climbing into my car and burning rubber. (Which of course, I'm not going to do with the price of gas these days, damn it!)
I suppose it could be considered a mild form of cross-dressing (Mens' shirts, XXXL), which doesn't especially bother me, otherwise, I'd never have trainers that fit properly. I have a few mens' shirts in my wardrobe, for the simple reason that I'm broad-shouldered, and they usually fit me better than womens', even plus-sizes. My favorite is a 5X, which is enormously over-sized on me---I wear it like a kimono-style coat over black pants and a black top---it's a blue-grey print with a dragon on the back. *Very* cool. I have a certain hat that I wear with it; I found them during the same foray at Goodwill, and love the combo---they were meant to be together!
Hats---I wouldn't call hats a kink as much as a venue for self-expression. I would be the person in our congregation voted Most Likely to Wear a Hat to Church, but it's not a turn-on like the plaid flannel is. I count eight items of headgear just from where I'm sitting, and that's the tip of the iceberg. For the rest of the house, double that, maybe triple it. (Okay, I got myself curious and took a quick census: eleven more that I could spot with a fast walk through.) Some of them are purely ornamental, like the pith helmet and the Sherlock Holmes deerstalker, a few I've outgrown, but I've got quite a variety that I wear here and there---just because.
Friends of mine say "Oh, I never wear them, I don't look good in hats", to which I then respond, "You just haven't found the right hat." I firmly believe that there's a hat for everyone. Some hats will work, some won't. It takes a certain amount of patience, trial and error, and the willingness to snicker at your reflection from time to time. Somewhere, years ago, I read a line I've never forgotten: "There are two reasons people wear hats. To be ignored, or to be noticed." Guess which category I belong to?
The thing is, it takes Hattitude to pull it off; you've got to have a certain insoucience to go anywhere in a little straw boater with a black grosgrain ribbon and bow, or the *other* little straw boater with silk flowers that looks like something from "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm". Only devil-may-care panache will enable you to wear a jaunty little black leather cap with visor. When you set that cowboy hat on your head, you'd better be able to *hear* those metaphorical spurs jingling. Believe me, on the day I walk down the aisle***, my wedding guests are gonna notice that vintage ivory pillbox with the chin-length veil. And that's the point: hats help you look fabulous...when you have the right hat.
Hats are a mood, a state of mind, an accessory that stands out. It doesn't have to be a *red* hat---why wait for an arbitrary age to let yourself be a star? Adopt a hat, adopt a new persona: I have a black "fur" hat that makes me feel like a glamourous member of the KGB when I wear it with my black wool cape-coat. In the white felt chapeau with the embroidered brim, I'm a forties film star.
Change where your head is at: try a hat today.
=====
** To the point that I bought my ex- some plaid flannel pajamas. *grins reminiscently* He was warm and I was hot....
*** Hey, it's gonna happen. Someday. I wonder where I can find a tux lined in plaid flannel?
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