useless obsessions du jour

[flea]

I spent quite a lot of time today looking to buy a SUIT on websites (Lands End, J Crew, and the like.) Note: I do not currently own a suit. I have never owned a suit. I do not need a suit.

mr. flea, on the other hand, has a job interview on Friday, so we were discussing what he should wear. His suit doesn't fit him any more. Today he called the receptionist and asked about the work environment. She said office casual and when he floated the suit idea she said, "Well, I wouldn't go out and buy a suit if I were you." Sportcoat and khakis it is.

But, here's the insane thing: today, I kind of want to own a suit. I want the kind of life that requires occasional dressing up. Also, dining out, driving ridiculous flashy cars, and international travel, business class. I never have had and never will have such a life. I don't usually want it. Perhaps it is the aftermath of spending yesterday watching TV with sick children in pajamas on a crumby living room rug that makes me want a suit today.

(Dillo is much better. He was quite sick all yesterday, but the fever broke at about 6 and he had a normal night and went off to school for the afternoon, since he eats and naps better for them than for us, and he needs food and sleep. Casper threw up at 8:45 but then was fine the rest of the day, so whatever.)

Comments

[loligo.livejournal.com]

today, I kind of want to own a suit. I want the kind of life that requires occasional dressing up.

My Clothing Lifestyle Porn of choice is the Title Nine catalog. I want to pretend I have a life where it makes sense for me to wear expensive & sassy but practical clothing that I can go surfing or rock-climbing in at a moment's notice. (No, I've never been surfing or rock-climbing once in my life, not even when I was young & single and living on the West Coast.)

[cofax7]

I LOVE Title 9. Also Activa and Athleta. They all have way too much of my money.

PS: if you ever come out this way again, I'd be happy to take you rock-climbing in safe indoor conditions, so you can say you've done it.

[loligo.livejournal.com]

And guess what -- the second thing in my inbox after your comment was some Title 9 marketing spam *g*. (I sent my sister a gift certificate from them last year when she wanted some new running gear, though I have yet to order anything myself. I just drool over the pretty, pretty pictures....)

(And I will certainly take you up on the climbing if the occasion presents itself!)