Ask Me About My Eye Twitch

[revena]

Owing to a combination of factors (no time for laundry, unsightly wounds on my shins, "thesis weight", and the recent demise of my only pair of jeans), I've been having a bit of trouble lately in getting dressed. Just now, I went next door to raid my old closet, where Mom and Dad put my laundry if I leave it in the dryer, to try and find something clean and presentable. Mom was blow-drying her hair, but came in to talk to me about last night's martial arts class while I was rooting around in there.

"Are you going to wear that?" she asked, as I took out a calf-length, gold-colored skirt.

"I was planning on it, yeah," I said.

"Don't you think it's a little... warm?"

"No, not really. I've worn it in the summer before. I think it looks better with sandals than shoes, anyway," I said. "It's really not that heavy."

"I mean that it looks heavy," she said. "It's velveteen. You don't wear velveteen in the summer. You wear linen, or cotton, or denim."

"Well, I don't have any clean linen or cotton, and my denim got destroyed, so I'm going to wear this."

She made a disapproving noise, which I ignored for a minute. I couldn't ignore it forever, though. Mothers and daughters can't ignore each other's irritating noises.

"Does it make you feel better that I'm going to wear it with a tank top?" I said.

"A little, I guess," she said. "But I still think it's not appropriate."

Uh-oh. The "A" word.

"Y'know," I said, with just a slight touch of sass, "no one has ever come up to me while I was wearing this and said 'your outfit is seasonally inappropriate, young lady.'"

"Of course not," she said. "That's why your mother has to do it. But people do notice."

"Oddly enough, I find that I just don't care," I said, rolling the skirt and my chosen tank-top (dark pink, with "Curiously Strong Deltoids" stencilled across the front) up together into a bundle.

"I know," she said. And made the disapproving noise again.

I do love my mother. Most of the time, she's the coolest evar. But when we butt heads over fashion... Man. Matricide starts to sound kinda appealing...

Comments

[gimini-chick-in.livejournal.com]

Ha!! That's so funny! I know very little about your mother, but I've never pictured her as the type to pick over "seasonaly appropriate" clothes. *giggle* I'm always trying to -get- my mother to give me wardrobe advice and she wont!!

[revena.livejournal.com]

She's really not this insane. She just has... moments. And she's a lot more willing to do stuff in the name of fashion than I suspect I'll ever be... She always wears the appropriate undergarments, she puts on makeup, she tweezes her brows, etc. We've got very different approaches to and ideas of "presentable."

[lesbiem.livejournal.com]

YOU should be happy. My mom only wears jeans and flannel, and she likes weird dragqueen clothes( Devine, of John Waters film infamy, is her idol). So at least your mom dresses like a mom, and not a lumberjack, or something.

[revena.livejournal.com]

Heehee... I was -all about- jeans and flannel in high school. I still do it sometimes.

I AM GRUNGE! HEAR ME ROAR!

[lesbiem.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I remember the flannel days...I had about seven of them...which I took from my mother(sad, sad, sad).

[deserttango.livejournal.com]

Man, I can't see mom as fassion police. That is MY job. Really, now, who does she think she is? Doesn't she know gold is the new black?
Speaking of the offing of ones parents... Didn't one of ours just have a birthday? Are we celebrating? Or did someone quietly kill dad and that's why he won't return phone calls...?

[revena.livejournal.com]

Every time I try to hang out with him, he's out drinking with his friends.

It's like some kind of weird traditional-role reversal.

[anariel-di-gaia.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling.

I love my Mother more than anyone else on the planet...that's why she must die.

It's really stupid because I spend all my time at uni missing her like mad, then the minute I get home... wham! Fight-a-licious!

[revena.livejournal.com]

I really will have to expound upon the eye twitch story, sometime... I bet you'd appreciate it.