Monday pondering
The weather is at a low peak, it’s Monday and I’m already waiting for payday! Yes it’s that Monday feeling!
A great weekend of shopping and clubbing has just passed once again. Having scoured the stores for a t-shirt for a spur of the moment night out. Not as easy as you may think though readers, not when your friends are complete shopaholics and are more than likely to either already own the t-shirt that you have decided upon or (oh the shame) are wearing the same one that night. Luckily for me I was shopping with said friends in the day so had the opportunity to ensure that such mishaps of fashion wouldn’t occur. To this day I can clearly remember the time I entered a bar once and my feeling of smugness over my wonderful new purchase earlier in the week was all for nothing when 4 guys (yes 4!) all were there in the same item; queue to me running back home to change!
Back to this weekend and I had the dilemma…I’d already narrowed my choices down to two t-shirts, one from G-Star and the other from Diesel; both my favourite labels, both with a hint of pink, both looked great on me for a change having already hoped that would be the deciding factor. None of my friends had already bought either (in fact there was s distinct hint of jealousy when they realised that they couldn’t call dibs on either!) and neither my friends, passers by or even the very helpful girl on the shop floor could decide which one was the best. After 15 to 30 minutes deliberation, it all came down to the cold hard cash, my friends being shopaholics have their advantages, one being a VIP shopper and having a discount card! And unfortunately the discount didn’t go on G-Star clobber so the Diesel tee won out after all. And looking back over Saturday’s shenanigans, I’m glad I went with it after hearing all the compliments that were well received during the course of the evening…well I vaguely remember them anyway! Sure a number of pictures will appear on a very well known social networking site in the days to come…I await with anxiety!
Whilst out and about in the various bars it was a simple case of people watching for me, seeing what they were wearing (or not wearing in some cases!). In true me style and that of my friends, there was no respect for the weather in that none of us a) worse a jacket or b) had an umbrella; so anyone out on Saturday would have seen us jumping in and out of cabs as we hilariously cab hopped to each pub and club…expensive but worth every penny! Couldn’t get the t-shirt wet could we!?! Saw a few of my own creations in town too, a lovely sight for a t-shirt printer to see his babies being worn and enjoyed! Though it may not have been in good form to drunkenly point the fact out by pointing at said ladies from across the bar! For that girls I apologise.
In the mix of trendy wear, silly wear and down right weird wear there were a lot of fashion fatalities and trend setters, but all in all everyone seemed happy in their decision of what to wear on the town on a rainy Saturday night; and that my dear readers is the main emphasis of my ranting today, that despite my pomp and splendour, it isn’t about the labels, the materials, the colours or the design; it’s how you feel when wearing it. If a t-shirt can make you feel a million dollars, then what’s wrong with that?
Tee Boy