I'm holding my sides laughing, I love you guys.

Cindy

there are bungee cords in our freezer

wouldn't that make them snap or something?

I would say their stretch and  bounce would be greatly reduced if frozen. Not recommended for diving off bridges.

Cindy

i assume they are supposed to hold things in the door area...

our bathroom is also hideously orange...

...that was random, Jaimey...

mine has a chipped sink and carpets 

When I go to the bathroom I like looking at all the patterns in the tiles and make pictures out of them.

Cindy

our bathroom is ORANGE.  day-glow orange.  we didn't make it that way though...it was like that when we got here.

a lovely bright sunshine colour for a bathroom.

Wish I knew how to make this place brighter. Wing Walker and live a basement apartment, nice apartment but any widows we have are underground in window wells.

Cindy

Orange is bright.  I'd recommend tangerine.  Actually, my roommates hate it for being "unsophisticated", but I think it's rather cheerful.  And frankly, if I have to choose which I hated more, the orange bathroom or repainting the orange bathroom...I'm going to have to say leave it orange.

I've never had a basement apartment...I imagine that it is hard to make it brighter.  The only thing I can think of is warm colors, like yellows and light greens...but you aren't always allowed to paint.  Hmmm...flowers are nice too, but they wilt.    I'm not a very savvy decorator...


...i just realized that i wrote about my bathroom being orange twice...those posts are practically identical...wow.  i'm a moron...

I have a housemate who says our house is unsophisticated...It's above a restaurant, how more sophisticated can you get?

the only way it would be more sophisticated is if it were over a night club...just kidding.

actually, i think living above a restaurant would be rather convenient, if you don't want to cook.  I live on the first floor of an old Victorian house...it's pretty cool.

cool, they tend to be effin freezing.
I'm living in a georgian terrace at the moment, quite close to where the first ever british gay rights demonstration.
I once worked in a building over 850 years old, now that was impressive.

I use to live in a one room apartment above a restaurant when I was going to College in Sudberry. That was fine, I got a job waiting tables, all the coffee royals I wanted free and didn't pay rent. The owner of the rooms upstairs also owned the restaurant, so I worked the rent off.

Cindy   

Great discussion. I've been noticing what I wear. Only you people get off the subject before I can submit my two-cents worth.

First, I buy colorfast 100% natural fabrics that can be washed in warm water and machine dried at low or medium heat. That means I can dump the entire laundry bag contents into the machines. I can't convince the born-women in the family to do likewise, so maybe I'm still over-male in that area.

For underwear, broadcloth boxers with long pants and knit bikini briefs with shorts. I haven't given the subject much thought.

For work, I've chosen carpenter jeans, solid color work T-shirts (I try to pick at least one of each color), boots according to company specs and white socks. Some colleagues, particularly the females, wear knit exercise pants.

Otherwise (and disregarding clothing received as gifts), I buy solid color or striped oxford shirts and twill pants, sized socks, and shoes of a type pictured in the androgenous shoe topic. I could buy female versions of these. Maybe, I should strive for a 50/50 balance. Sometimes, I wear my League of Women Voters belt; I was the first male member in the city where I lived. Do you think I need to dress more daringly, to make more of a statement?

Quietly,
Simone

Hi Simone,

   Only you can know if you need to make a statement.  In my case, I would feel uncomfortable making a statement, so I don't.  But if you think you can do it and feel comfortable doing it, then go for it!


Rebis

As I said in me website, I'm not much of one for statements. Cool thing about the sash and the club though - almost a piece of local history.

Quote from: Simone Louise on January 12, 2008, 05:35:58 PM
Great discussion. I've been noticing what I wear. Only you people get off the subject before I can submit my two-cents worth.

we are notorious thread hijackers...>.  heh.

I don't like to make a statement either.  I wear clothes that I like, though I generally wear women's clothes because men's clothes don't fit right.  The only "men's" clothes I wear are t-shirts, which are more unisex than anything.  Oh...and my chucks, also unisex.  But I don't think that clothes make the androgyne.  As long as you feel good in what you are wearing, that's all that matters.

Actually, if you saw me, you'd see a woman.  I wear make up, I have long-ish hair, and I wear everything from jeans to ruffly skirts.  But like I said, I don't think clothes make much difference.  It's how you feel on the inside.  I know that I'm androgyne and the people I interact with on a daily basis are aware that I am somewhat different...I'm pretty sure that no guy I know "sees" me as a woman...which is inconvenient as far as dating goes because I like men...*sigh*, but then again, I'd probably be irritated if they did because I can't identify as female. 

Oh well...I like being unique.  <--also unique...

Thanks for the feedback. I won't go buy a new wardrobe but will try to be more concious of the implications of new purchases. It was easier in the 1970s. I still have some high-heeled blue leather shoes with red welts, that I wore when reading my poetry. The blue zippered boots and the red moccasins wore out long ago. Shirts and suits were made in much wider ranges of styles. Too much polyester, though.

I won't change my work clothes. It was too hard a fight to be accepted as one of the "boys" to go through again. My long hair still gets me teased (both my long hair and my beard disqualify me from driving for UPS); sobeit.

I tend to hide, so sometimes I do like to make a statement with clothes, or force myself to sit in the front row. Still, I have a mouth and inclinations that frequently, unintentionally get me in trouble. I once coined the word sarcaustic for my humor (sarcasm with that extra bite); I've learned to be careful whom I tease (well, maybe not careful enough).

Female and male was I created,
Simone