AND the REALLY Suprised look on their faces! I never knew eyebrows could get so high.

Miss Chris

If they comb them down, they look like bangs.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! How about women in their 70s and 80s who wear their hair BLACK, and wear bright red lipstick that is creeping off their lips in the cracks?!? I saw one like that once wearing a mini and a beehive hairdo!!!

Oh, I dunno... I kind of admire those woman. They have a **** of a lot of gumption to go out in public looking like that. It adds spice to my day just to see them. :)

Ellis and Ruthxxx-

RE: If she wasn't nice, I'd hate her.

Thanks...I think? :?:

I never noticed the hole in your shirt Ellis nor the stain on your shirt Ruthxxx....guess I'm not that observant or I was too busy chomping down on dim sum :dizzy:

Will post more on our day in the chat thread :)

Mauvais, all you EVER get is compliments! All well deserved. :grouphug:

Oh, tee-hee :o you are much too kind Ellis!

Miss Chris-my husband will stand behind one of the old women with the shaved off drawn back on eyebrows in the store checkout line and stand there with a "surprised expression." I truly think this is caused by them making the "makeup face" when they are drawing them on...and then it never goes away...hee hee hee
Aphil

You guys are killing me! This is the funniest thread ever. I was just now reading and my husband turned around real slow and said 'laughing again?' I laughed until I cried yesterday, and now picturing Aphils husband standing with the surprised look on his face is starting it all over again!

Oh...it isn't NEAR as funny when you are standing there WITH him wanting to beat the tar out of him for embarassing you! He is SO embarassing ALL of the time...we were in Fazoli's, and he canplay my 4 year old daughter like a fiddle...he kept whispering to her "Mommy crapped her pants" over and over-knowing what she would do. Of course, she tried to come to my defense, and LOUDLY exclaimed in the restaurant "Mommy! Daddy said you crapped your pants!!!" I could have killed him there right then without remorse. He is also famous for putting everything on the conveyor at Wal-Mart and proudly displaying ANY embarassing item by making a grocery tower and putting that certain item (maxi-pads, condoms, yeast infection medicine, Preperation-H or whatever it may be) at the "top" of his little tower he made out of 6 boxes of cereal...Nothing like being up there writing out the check not paying attention to what he is doing and seeing "Mount Tampax" rolling down the conveyor at you. I could really brain him sometimes!
Speaking of fashion policing...at my class reunion my friend Nicki ha on a top that kept coming open a bit at the top...well, after everyone had a few drinks this guy-a former classmate-was trying to tell her discreetly that it had come open again...he yelled "Tit Out!!"
So...of course everyone called her Tit Out the rest of the night...
Aphil

This is a fun thread; I've enjoyed reading it tremendously. There's a lot I would love to respond to, but I thought I'd just relate this little story of how fashion has affected my life:

I've always been a sucker for a sharply-dressed man (thank you, ZZ Top), probably because, as a fat girl since age eight, I've always been extremely attentive to my own wardrobe. For years, I dated a plethora of finely-clad gentlemen, all of whom eventually turned out to be pigs disguised in Armani. A couple of years ago I met the oddest fellow working as a temp at my company. The day I met him, an ink pen leaked in his shirt pocket, his shoelace broke, and he ripped a huge hole in the seam of his pants. He repaired his shoelace with some string and repaired the hole in his pants with staples. I saw him the next day: shoelace still broken, staples still in his pants. We began seeing a lot of each other over the following months. The shoelace remained broken, the ink-stained shirt reappeared weekly, and the stapled pants were a Monday through Wednesday staple (no pun intended; har har har). The staples did eventually come out of his pants, and I was pleased to note that, when this happened, he reparied the hole: again, with staples. Two years and a commitment of lifetime love later, he still wears the stapled pants (though I did convince him to get a new pair for special occasions). Since we moved in together a year and a half ago, the full variety of his fashion vagaries has been revealed: t-shirts with more holes than fabric, wrinkles deep at the Grand Canyon, completely buttless boxers, not a single pair of matching socks. All that time I was chasing cashmere, I was missing out on the greatest thing in life. Since meeting my stapled-pants boy, doing laundrey -- and being in love -- has never been better.

Spores, what a gorgeous story! :)

And here spores I thought I was the only one
 

My boyfriend before Tod use to have his pants tailored, his socks were all Armani, as well as his jackets. How do you dress when your with one of these men? I wore skorts, skirts, pantyhose with everything, always dress shoes, mock turtle necks, all silk and rayon fabrics. I always felt like I was dressing for church. Tod was the guy in the army pants, leather jacket (yum), greek fishermans cap, faded Bacardi shirt, and Batman high tops. Gee we were young:p Even after we were together Christophers influence hung about for another 2-3 years, I realized I wanted a change after someone called me preppie. You got to realize Christopher transformed me from a black haired, combat boot wearing, ripped t-shirt girl. Like some kind of bad chameleon I was.

Your hubby sounds fun Aphil. I think he can't beat my ex-husband who said in the OB/GYN office, "Man, look at these ungly chicks. And their pregnant so somebody is sleeping with them" I thought I would die.

I was wondering if the fashion police were going to ticket me yesterday. Going to the gym in the rain, I looked like a flasher. My rain slicker was longer than my shorts and plenty of leg was showing! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!

Miss Chris:devil:

Chris - :lol: Flasher in a raincoat! :lol:

Spores- what a great story!

Personally I love the Eurotrash look on men- ie black pants or jeans with a black turtleneck and a blazer with cool shoes-very sexy- I :) DH looks like that when he dresses up.

When I met DH he was wearing ripped jeans, a shirt with safety pins in it, a black leather jacket and a hairdo that outdid Robert Smith of the Cure. He used to rub his head on the couch before going out to the club to get the volume he needed and then 1/2 a can of hairspray to get it to stay up! :lol:

His hair is short an spikey now but he still looks like a bad boy and I wouldn't want him any other way! :love:

what a morning pick me up!!! Of course I am avoiding going out for a run/trot

Spores, Chris and Mauve...great stories. Makes true 'you can't judge a book by its cover'.

okay time to go and just do it...ugghhhhhhh