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epitome of incomprehensibility I'm wearing a white blouse and skirt to my first day as an elementary school teacher in what looks like the basement of the former Cedar_Christian_Academy. Looking like. I think I look like Lana del Rey in the video for "Summertime Sadness." This makes me confident.

But then I look down and see the skirt's (deliberate) tiny holes, part of its curtain-ish pattern. I'm worried the students' parents will think this is too immodest, even though the skirt itself reaches my knees.

(Huh, this really is a version of Cedar Christian, where skirts had to be knee-length. Curse that school for distorting my understanding of the word "modest" - when it's actually a virtue, it's usually non-clothes-related.)
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raze the dark canopy that's become my go-to winter garment has its hood facing the wrong way. i don't know how this happened. the material has changed from dyed cotton to some sort of brown faux fur. soft to the touch but wrong in every way that counts. i have another hoodie. a replica of the original. its presence in my closet isn't explained. i lay one on top of the other and see how they fit together, protean puzzle pieces with kangaroo pockets and featureless faces. i can't decide which one i want to wear. 250529
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raze no longer wanting the warmth i've woven, i peel off one layer after another. five shirts in, i still haven't found a way to strip down to the skin. 250601
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