Emergency discussion.
Um, what the heck is going on with these fashion disasters? What message are the people who designed these trying to send? 'Give up even trying and wear nothing but these pyjama lookalikes 24-7,' or 'Now you can look like you did when you were 2 years old.' Seriously!
What concerns me the most with these....fabric...things, is that people are actually wearing them, in public!!
What to do? What can be done? How are we supposed to cope when surrounded by such awfulness? Helplines are being set-up as we speak. So traumatised, please pray for me.
posted by K @ 9:53 pm
6 Comments:
I don't believe you. Just flat out. You took that picture from a baby store department and did a 'big' angle - so it would look like grown up sizes. Nobody would 1) design it 2)agree to paying to design it 3)make it 4)put it in their stores 5)buy it.
That's a lot of stupid people in a line... and I can't see it happening.
Sorry mate, it's true. Whenever I see someone coming towards me in the streets dressed in this thing, I simply hold my breath, click my heels together and think of...., well, anything else.
*Blood curdling scream.
It's the pyjamas' retarded brother.
I can't believe I missed out on the emergency discussion! Oy. You truly find out who your real friends are in such cases...and who are the ones who just leave you hanging...in some sort of fashion quandry hell.
*This* is what concerns me the most...is that whatever fashion that happens on THAT side of the ocean ultimately becomes the "must-have/must-do" fashion for THIS side of the pond. I tried desperately to stop the super-trend from coming here that was occurring when I was in Norway- and that was all the girls thinking it was fantastic to wear the jeans super low...and making sure the underwear is hanging out for the whole world to see above them...especially thongs. I cringed at the thought that it would soon reach our shores...and alas, it did. And now, nooooow...hideous, horrific, I've-given-up-on-life-and-all-things-remotely-acceptable Pajama Day Suits are coming? I must put forth much effort and stop this madness. Like the beloved Paul Revere...who heroically rode his horse from town to town screaming "The British are coming! The British are coming!" Thus giving us time to prepare and ultimately win the war against the bloody...oh, oops, sorry. Bad example. But even so…this madness must somehow be stopped…even if I have to burn the ships.
Frank: How true, how true.
Frank - meet Jen- Jen meet Frank.
JEN: YEEeeeeessss- where have you been??? My deepest sympathy that our designs make their way accross the ocean to you. This is indeed a depressing thought. Much more depressing is the thought that these fabric items may also make it. What can we do to stop it?
They were undoubtably designed by some sicko from France seeking to avenge his Grandparents who had to witness the British not looking their best whilst LIBERATING THEM FROM THE HANDS OF THEIR ENEMIES!!!
But, I digress.
Paul Revere??!! Shocking example - and here's why:
'Revere was likely born in very late December, 1734, in Boston's North End, the son of a French Huguenot....'
Hmmm. Well, I suppose that closes the dooron Mr Revere- if that was his real name.
wow... you made me laugh loud sitting alone in a boring office at work.
- And the others heard me.
wow.
BTW: I think the pink one would look awesome at you!!
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