Biff, Mori, and Miranda go dress shopping
Nov. 5th, 2019 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lb_leeIn the course of his Marie Kondo-ing his way through everything we own, Biff tackled our clothes. And he discovered something: we were wearing the equivalent of cheese pizza and vanilla ice cream.
Biff: "Okay, guys, what if we made it so everybody gets at least one fucking outfit they like. Not don't-hate, but like. And we got rid of all this shit nobody likes."
Us: "?!"
Biff: *holds up shirt* "Do ANY of you actually like this fucking thing?"
Us: "..."
Biff: *shoves into donate sack*
Us: "!!!!!!!! WHAT WILL WE WEAR"
Biff: "SHIT WE FUCKING LIKE THAT'S WHAT"
And dude made good on it. Miranda got shafted the most in the clothes Olympics, so Biff trucked us out to Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange, all like, "WE WILL FIND YOU CLOTHES YOU LIKE."
This was a radical departure from previous clothes-shopping attempts, which tended to go like that old gag where everyone tries to dash through the door at the same time and gets stuck. This was our first time where we went, "No, we are buying clothes for YOU. Nobody else gets to say anything. Nobody else gets to buy shit. This is an expedition for Miranda Clothes, and if they ain't Miranda Clothes, then they ain't what we want."
Miranda dragged her feet at first--we've got YEARS of experience of never agreeing on clothes, giving up, and just grabbing blandcore that costs $5 and mostly fits--but then she started finding shit she wanted. She started trying it on. She started getting excited. And now we're wearing her new dress, and her new wrap is hanging in the closet, and the only person not completely catered to with a summer and winter outfit is Biff himself, and that's because he knows EXACTLY what he wants and has to truck across town to get it, fighting public transit and the store's weird hours the whole way. Our next goal is to get our hands on that, fix our busted up clothes, and also buy a cable-knit sweater for Miranda because shock, turns out Ms. High Femme isn't a big fan of hoodies and my raggedyass bomber jacket!
Another exciting thing is getting rid of most of our clothes hangers. Because clothes hangers suck, and hanging up clothes sucks. None of us like doing it. Folding all the way, absolutely. So now our closet has way more space and we'll never have to deal with those shitty clothes hangers ever again except for coats and dresses and a few other things that really do need hanging.
Who knew that clothes didn't have to suck?
--Mori
Biff: "Okay, guys, what if we made it so everybody gets at least one fucking outfit they like. Not don't-hate, but like. And we got rid of all this shit nobody likes."
Us: "?!"
Biff: *holds up shirt* "Do ANY of you actually like this fucking thing?"
Us: "..."
Biff: *shoves into donate sack*
Us: "!!!!!!!! WHAT WILL WE WEAR"
Biff: "SHIT WE FUCKING LIKE THAT'S WHAT"
And dude made good on it. Miranda got shafted the most in the clothes Olympics, so Biff trucked us out to Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange, all like, "WE WILL FIND YOU CLOTHES YOU LIKE."
This was a radical departure from previous clothes-shopping attempts, which tended to go like that old gag where everyone tries to dash through the door at the same time and gets stuck. This was our first time where we went, "No, we are buying clothes for YOU. Nobody else gets to say anything. Nobody else gets to buy shit. This is an expedition for Miranda Clothes, and if they ain't Miranda Clothes, then they ain't what we want."
Miranda dragged her feet at first--we've got YEARS of experience of never agreeing on clothes, giving up, and just grabbing blandcore that costs $5 and mostly fits--but then she started finding shit she wanted. She started trying it on. She started getting excited. And now we're wearing her new dress, and her new wrap is hanging in the closet, and the only person not completely catered to with a summer and winter outfit is Biff himself, and that's because he knows EXACTLY what he wants and has to truck across town to get it, fighting public transit and the store's weird hours the whole way. Our next goal is to get our hands on that, fix our busted up clothes, and also buy a cable-knit sweater for Miranda because shock, turns out Ms. High Femme isn't a big fan of hoodies and my raggedyass bomber jacket!
Another exciting thing is getting rid of most of our clothes hangers. Because clothes hangers suck, and hanging up clothes sucks. None of us like doing it. Folding all the way, absolutely. So now our closet has way more space and we'll never have to deal with those shitty clothes hangers ever again except for coats and dresses and a few other things that really do need hanging.
Who knew that clothes didn't have to suck?
--Mori
