the green bandit

If in the next few weeks you happen upon a particular Philadelphia bus stop on a cold, rainy and spot a human wearing three shades of green with red hair growing out of the only opening in his outfit, don’t be scared, it’s just me. You should stop and say hi… and offer him a ride.

what to wear??

Every day we affluent Weserterners are faced with a whole lot of decisions that most of the rest of the world needn’t worry about making.

Which bathroom to use?

Which specific meal to eat?

Which specialist doctor to go see?

Which company to pursue getting a job with?

Well tomorrow, Tuesday the 26th, at 4:00pm, I will be making a choice I wouldn’t have thought twice about had my father not called me today. You see, I have a job interview at REI tomorrow (praise Jesus!) and was told, regarding the attire, “… and it’s casual, you don’t have to show up in a suit or anything” – after which I laughed, told her I didn’t own a suit, and she answered back with laughter.

The real issue at hand here, as you may have guessed, is not what outfit to wear to said interview at one of the nation’s largest outdoor gear retailers, but what pair of shoes?

I had full intentions of wearing my beloved Chaco’s, but my dad politely recommended that I do otherwise. I followed up with a well-thought out rebuttal, but I’ll save you from reading that. Given the facts you’ve received already, including the quote from the interviewer, knowledge of what kind of store REI is, and the picture of my entire shoe collection (save climbing shoes, which aren’t an option), what pair ought I wear?

Stay tuned for a picture of the entire outfit I end up picking in the next post tentatively titled: Fashion Universe.

sorority shirts

Some things lose value with time, some things quicker than others, while other things gain value with time.

The second you drive your new car off the lot the value drops like it’s hot… unless it’s one of those cars that end up being a classic and then said car turns out to be worth exponentially more than the amount which you paid for it (assuming it’s well-kept, but I digress).

I, however, am coming less from a financial point of view and more from the amount of significance you place on any given material possession. Case in point: sorority shirts.

I used to view these tees as a status symbol (though I’ve never admitted it until now). Clearly he with the most cotton was the coolest person around, and the one with whom I certainly wanted to associate myself. Oh how the times have changed! That which I used hold in such high regard I now view as, among other things, in the way.

The event that sparked this thought process was packing up the entire house here on Luther Street. I’ve made lots of piles of things, and one of those piles is to be donated to Twin Cities Mission (because let’s face it, I’ve got way too much stuff). I noticed that of the clothes I dubbed unworthy to remain in my wardrobe, sorority shirts boasted the highest percentage. Then I thought, “there is no way I would have tossed these gems any time in the first two years of college.” The shirts that did make the cut, much to my mother’s dismay, are the shirts that I’ve had since high school. They’re softer, and they’ve proven themselves worthy.

One thing that I hope never loses it’s value though, is the picture I posted with this post. It truly is priceless.