Sunday, June 1, 2014

A ruffle too far

The blouse kept getting shoved to the back of my closet. It’s a sleeveless piece from J.Jill, a small flower print on brown linen that I bought only a few weeks ago (at a thrift store, of course). Today I pulled it out and really thought about it, wondering why I even bought it if I never intend to wear it. Everything about it is fine. Everything but the ruffles.
I am not a ruffles person. Not big on sequins either, or other types of adornment that include studs, polka dots, and the dreaded embroidery on the back pockets of jeans. Embroidery on the legs of jeans is even worse. Embroidery with sequins is unbearable. If given the choice to wear embroidered, sequined jeans or go au naturel, I'd probably get arrested.
Blanket apology to anyone who reads this and has any of the aforementioned adornments on their clothing—I’m trying not to be judgmental. Let me just say they these doodads don’t work well for me. They make my butt look fat. I’m sure you don’t have a fat butt.
So I did what I had to do or I would never be able to live with myself. I got out my scissors and cut some of the ruffles off of the blouse. Just snip, snip, snip. I felt much better about the blouse. Maybe I’ll sleep better without those ruffles in my closet. Still I’m not sure I’ll wear it—to me it will always be that silly ruffled blouse and I just don’t do ruffles.

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