One of the many reasons why sooner or later someone will blow up the old Facebook are wickedly class pictures scanned and published with name and surname that hovers pupil-centered. I
Steps is published by the trickle of sauce on his chin, belly, which escapes from the T-shirt, with white eyes possessed by, the past as well as photos in which joining the dots on my face will show an electric saw, but the first allows you to publish that photo class in high school when I cotonata the fringe, I sue.
even when not justified in that picture there is one thing even more confusing in my bangs, clothing for boys.
In my day there were essentially two schools of thought: "I I am a paninari and "if my mom sees it." The first dolls produced
felpette with rounded, tight jeans and mid-calf socks with diamond pattern. Fortunately, the species has become extinct in a couple of seasons. The other current
instead manufactured various kinds of monsters: "son of a mother who thinks smart and buy fake leaders" (the poor man in the photo wearing a belt buckle as big as a platter with the words "El CIAT and a sweatshirt chipped the "Cess Company")
not miss the "son of elderly mother" perhaps widow checkered flannel shirt, gray cable-knit sweater and brown corduroy trousers, also in May. More
the rare but existing "mother's son deployed politically": suit metalworking and army-green shoulder bag. The cutest
category was "son of a mother who says her son to fend for."
From them you could expect anything. One of them came to school one day with a coat of karate. The professor explained that he was shocked the only thing found in the closet clean.
The main difference with the kids of today was the small size of the wardrobe. My classmates had changed for the two winter and two for the summer. Stop. When was gymnastics put the blue suit with white stripes on the side. Stop. At parties wearing a shirt. Always the same. Stop.
We girls were very sensitive to the nature of the two changed. If neither of us wanted, we were able to ignore them until the change of season. And even if the mother patch, he spoke in September.
This focus on men's clothing did not end with the school. Indeed. I've never been a "fashion victim". And as I do most of my friends. We were not looking for the designer. But there were slips unforgivable. Some examples:
- Three Man (jeans, denim shirt and jeans jacket worn once)
- sweater coat (worn with nothing beneath).
- Polo stuck in his pants without a belt.
- T-shirt one size less. (We accept exceptions for water polo).
- terry white socks with classic shoe.
- sock yarn with black sneakers.
- hangman shirt (buttoned up to the last button)
- Lucifer Match (pink and blue as only the devil ")
- Match levasaluto (black and blue)
- Pairing Picasso (chess and flowers, stripes and diamonds, dots and diamonds)
For the jacket, the rule was simple: if the color was thinking of a fruit ... it was out. Nothing
strawberry red, pink no fish, no banana or lemon yellow, no green apple, purple plum nothing.
Then of course, depended very much on the person. The original was well received, but with due caution.
A friend of mine left his neofidanzato very cool after only four days when the fourth he came up with a shirt bearing the word "Wojtyla the Pope of the millennium." Embee
. The first day you're the original, the second day you're nice, the third day are devoted, on the fourth day six Zozzo.
Further on in the years I decided it was time to stop these fixations because the clothes do not make the Monaco. I was wrong. Clothes make the Monaco, and also the former.
the first appointment one of my ex invited me over to his house to see her wardrobe.
A strange variant of the collection of butterflies, I thought.
"It's an antique? Look, I do not understand is that ... "
" I did not speak of the cabinet, I was referring to my clothes. "
never heard an excuse stranger. In fact it was not an excuse.
How often wondered why I would not planted during that dreadful show!
Bah. Naphthalene has been to become clogged brain connectors.
Former emplare thought it well to start with the jackets. Other regulating fruit. He looked like a neighborhood market. He pulled out a red watermelon that was precisely how to get a watermelon in his face. The more sober was perfect for the Muccassassina.
"Wait here, the next you see me on him. I'm going to change. "
reappeared in a black pinstripe striped red that made me weep.
"It is not by chance that there were also matched in 3D glasses for those in front of you?"
not understood, was too excited about the exhibition ties. I thought I was joking when he pulled out all the Disney line.
But he said very serious, "Here you see, this red with the dalmatian I always combined with this cast." I was assailed by the sight of dogs in mass exodus from the tie.
continued to appoint renowned designers, Valentino, Fendi, Ferre, Ferragamo. E I could not believe my eyes. In the Closet sfondoni were all giants of fashion.
Then came the turn of the shirts: I remember a black leg striped diagonally.
"Roberto Cavalli" remarked proudly.
Mr. Cavalli, I admire, but the animal to man is not too Paleolithic? Finally he pulled out the piece
cult: a long blue coat.
"Oh. Well. This winter, I'll walk with Merlin. "
This is understood and took it very badly. To rehabilitate
pulled out his latest purchase: a coat signed by that maniac of the maps. It looked like the giant globe in the Louvre. Mr
Alviero Martini, wife after a certain size, should prevent the production.
When I thought it was over, his eyes glittering announced the grand slam:
"And this is my favorite, but I put it only on occasion." It was a full shirt and trousers in washed silk purple. The shirt buttons were leaving to the stomach.
"Ah. And on what occasions ... I'll put this? "
better know before.
"Solo concert Renato Zero."
"But I do not say. Are you a sorcin ... "
" Wow, I did not lose one. "
Renato please, you age, it's time to quit. Then the newspapers are saying "eggplant sighted giant concert Renato Zero" and there you remain sick.
"Want to see how it fit?"
"NO! No ... it seems delicate, you end up ruined. "
When we parted, he asked me if I wanted to remember one of its leaders. I asked the outfit sorcione. I wanted to free the world from disaster. But he would not.
"Not that I'm sorry. But I'd gladly tie with Cruella Demon ".
conclude with the most baffling case. One of my ex to thirty years had not yet decided whether to be a child or a child of Satan's mom.
Once I saw him come with leather pants Black and said to myself "finally decided."
Then he bent down and saw the tick of the pants by the belt Teletubbies.
"No. Not yet. " When a T-shirt spotted
health under the t-shirt of Marilyn Manson, accused ill.
At a party wore a trendy black shirt, tight jeans a bit 'shabby, very cool. And at the foot a couple of kickers. Yes, I know. I also thought that more than 35 did not.
"My mother says that the foot should be comfortable."
course, especially when they take their first steps.
In winter he wore a black overcoat, very bad. " But if the wind got up from his pocket pulled out a hat Scottish wool, those with the visor and earmuffs.
"As a child I had a bad ear infection and do not want to risk."
I understand but it is likely those around you!
I can not say what they seem. I do not know, an old baseball player escaped from a psychiatric prison, the first class in the grip of a murderous rampage, a deer farmer who moved to Manhattan ... I do not know. However, it was a hybrid scary.
When I saw him putting on his cap, I heard a little voice inside me that I suggested:
"Escape!"
When we left, a good time to put the difficult things.
"Seven days, please, I ask only seven days!"
"But ... what good is it?"
"In seven days lot can happen!"
"Well ... I do not think ..."
"Of course you do! God has created in seven days the whole world! "
" It's not like you just the same ... "
" Do not joke, really. I ask just one week of your life! I beg you. Today is today ... wait ... "
lifted a little 'leg jeans, she read something on the edge of the sock of Dragon Ball and concluded:
" Thursday. Today is Thursday! "
" But ...? "
" It says here. My my mother has bought seven pairs, one for each day of the week. I find them more comfortable because I'm missing that day. "
Oh ..." I said, in these seven days you will see the best of me. Give me this opportunity, please. I'll show you that at the end of this week you will love me again. "
Yes okay, the challenge last sock.
Cultured fatigue I was about to consider the request.
But suddenly, biting cold and the wind got up. And the decision was taken.
The Mad Hatter began to scream:
"Hey! Where are you going? And our last week together? Please! When you rivedròòòòòòò? "
" I do not soooooo. See a bit 'what does Dragonboooooooooooooool "
0 comments:
Post a Comment