Clothing Musings

I am never ordering online from American Apparel again.


Last night I bought a dress from them, and was checking using Paypal.

On the final order confirmation page, I noticed the shipping address was incorrect and corrected it.


Minutes later, I get a confirmation email with the olde, incorrect address.

Surprised, I immediately email customer service to fix this problem. (I couldn’t call ’cause calling service was closed for the night).

This morning, I wake up a shipping confirmation to the incorrect address.


I call up customer service, explain what happened, and was responded with, “we can’t do anything.”

American Apparel, go hire some engineers to fix this problem.


Now, I’m out $50, and not getting anything >=[

Once upon a time I owned many woot shirts. They fit great, were 100% cotton, and had delightful designs.

However, over time, each one suffered the plague of gaping mystery holes that cropped up on the bottom.

mystery holes

Last month, I finally tossed these threadbare treasures. It was a rough, nostalgic parting, but I figured I should start my new life in New York with some less raggedy wear.

Replenishing the shirt supply has been a slow process, since I feel too olde for woot.

However, recently, as luck would have it, I found awesome shirts!

new shirts

Once was a nice blue cotton blend with a half-zippered pocket and another was a stripped pure cotton with buttons on the side.

I really like ’em and hope to find more like these. They are the beginning of a new shirt era.


A little while ago, I attended a Marshalls Find Your Fabulous event. I’ve always really like Marshalls, often finding really delicious off-brand snacks amongst their isles. For some reason, they just seem to have a better selection than TJMaxx, even though they’re owned by the same parent company.

Find Your Fabulous

Drawn by the promise of free cupcakes and lemonade, I shuffled downtown, to a large Fenway  store that I’ve never been before.

I saw a lot of other shoppers, some there for the event, and some perusing the wares on a typical Wednesday afternoon.

price is right

There were giveaways in the form of Price is Right. Guests were given the typical retail price of an item, and guessed Marshalls’ price. I saw an old lady win a big red bag. It was adorable.


Apparently local fashion bloggers / celebrities were also attending this event. I always feel a little uncomfortable when the internet meets the real life, but they were cool people. I didn’t really follow their blogs, but it was interesting talkin’ to them and stuff.


I ended up buying a black floor-length dress. I admit it’s made of rayon (not cotton! gasp) and a tad too big on me, but it seemed like easy-wearin’ for the summery months. I could just throw it on and skedaddle.

I wore it we my friends and I went hiking in Maine (not the best of choices), and I saw another lady wearing the same dress just the other night.

I like it. Dunno what else to say.

Last night I unboxed an Eastland gift from my mom. Inside, I saw a lace-less atrocity, a hideous buckled beast with vile top stitchings. I was flabbergasted! The surprise was a strong blow that knocked the wind of out me. I stood paralyzed with discomfort.

I got new shoes.

I got new shoes that are not the Eastland Plainview shoes!
My very first article in Caret Dash Caret was about those Plainviews. It was a style I’ve worn for nine years now, and was a symbol of comfort and routine.

The new shoes felt foreign, like an intruder dispelling everything I knew that to be whole and good, like a dark force snatching away children’s comfort blankies. It was an unanticipated change, and change is mighty scary.

How apt is it that I’m posting this on the first of a new month: an apropos day for change. I’m not ready, my mind screams, but that doesn’t matter. Change has already happened. I need to embrace it. My past year was a roller-coaster of ups and downs, full of welcoming new friendships and bitter farewells to old ones. Reflecting on the changes in my shoe style made me realize I’m very much not the Plainview girl anymore. I’ve gotten stronger, more experienced, and I’ll never stop changing.

Hello Syracuse. We’re gonna rock!


My recent order of funky socks came with an awesome gift from the lovely folks of Modcloth.
wire headband

I could not figure out what it was. It was similar to a soft clothes hanger but lacked the hook and the structural integrity. Its beautiful cloth exterior concealed thing wiry structure underneath.

I was so ready to ask my more fashionable roommate, when the aha moment came. It was a wire headband!
I can see!

Nowadays, I wear it in my daily busing about. It does a wonderful job of keeping my now-too-long bangs at bay.


Funky Socks

I love funky socks. They’re the hidden pizzaz behind normal, everyday attire.

When people catch a glimpse of your funky socks flashing from your t-shirt and jeans, BAM, their world changes.
funky socks

Here are some of my favorite pairs:

First up is New Zealand Bed Socks with Polka Dots, from SockDreams.

Mailed to me from a mysterious gifter of the awesome BPAL community, this pair not only comfort my toes in the winter cold, but also comfy my heart knowing super awesome people are out there.

Next is a pair from my mom.
tweet socks

Aside from songbirds on their sides, their soles say “tweet tweet” in a rubbery-textured font! Super nifty!

Lastly, but not least, is a new knee-high from Modcloth: Delivered on Foot Socks.
Delivered on Foot socks
I love them! They have super cute hearts and envelopes, and definitely are an eye-catcher.

I wore them jogging one day, and my friend jested that I looked like a silly yodeler.

I don’t mind being silly.
Funky socks make me smile, and that’s all that maters.

There it was, a wax-sealed letter, inside a red-ribboned box.

Two deep breaths, one, two, a gentle pop of the bottom edge, and the thistle was in halves.
Enveloped in the letter was a McKittrick pin, handcrafted by The Tablinum.

I love presents, especially handcrafted ones. So, when The Tablinum offered me a pin, I was ecstatic! I traded some coins and cloth for this little treasure. It reminded me of my yesteryears when I exchanged crafted goods with others. They were always filled with surprises.

This surprise came with a intricate packaging incredibly fit for a Sleep No More memento. It brought back memories of all my wonderful experiences, including the wide-eyed wonder and breath-holding excitement.

Thank you so much for this gift!

My laundry basket was becoming Mount Everest. Ever since I moved to my new apartment, I haven’t been able to do laundry. The nearest laundromat was light-years away!
Mount Everest!
Today, before the rooster’s crow, my friend/roomie and I traveled to a distant land to purchase a washing machine. We entered a realm of lush trees and beautiful brick houses, a sight sorely missed in the city hubbub.

We had found this machine machine on Craiglist a few days ago and went to inspect the unit. It was a sturdy portable washer, the Haier HLP21E model. We were super delighted with this purchase. However, this little thing was a hefty 60 lbs!
The sellers took pity on our poor car-less souls. They offered to deliver the washing machine to us. What awesome folks!
With a little scouring on the internet, I found a manual online. Contrary to most instruction booklets, with serious business looking images, this one was filled with smiling cartoon people and anthropomorphic washers. It’s awesome!

Connecting the unit was simple enough. All the hoses were already in-place. However, right after I tightened the quick connect sink adapter, I discovered I was bleeding profusely from my hands! Beware! That thing is sharp!
My first load was laundry was a pajama pant. It came out squeaky clean.
I was super please with the washing machine, and learned a few tricks not covered in the manual. The facet can be left on since it auto adjusts the water level. Also, when there’s still a wee bit of water left, running a rinse/spin procedure will drain most of the water out.

Now, no more carting down laundry up and down stairs. No more walking for blocks to the laundromat. No more socks gobbled up by industrial washers.

This is luxury.