What Item of clothing Sums you up?

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I admit, I've done this over on the GB and it was an interesting thread. I'm looking for lots of description from you guys though, lets bring out the writers in our souls :D


So for me, my Apron sums me up. I'm a carer. I feed people, comfort people, spend time in the kitchen baking and getting flour everywhere. I see an apron and think "home cooking" which to me is comfort. I also see the mum from "Darling buds of may" she always had an apron on, was always happy and jolly and cooked up a storm. I'm just like her. Oh, and she was randy as hell too!


http://www.star-dot-star.co.uk/books/buttons/001554.jpg
 
I'm a favorite pair of jeans -- so worn that the denim is almost white-soft. Thread bare in spots. I hug your ass in a way that makes you feel super sexy. You want to wear me every day. I never make it to the bureau, because I'm the first thing you reach for from the laundry basket -- eager to pull me over your skin and feel me next to you.
 
Hmmm, nice one, EL.

First impulse, for me that would be my lingerie. :eek:
On the outside I look like a proper middle aged woman, but underneath is something quite different. Makes me smile because I'm the only one who knows.

Oops, now you know too.

:D
 
Easy... Adidis Running Shoes... I never wear anything else. I'd wear them to a formal if I could get away with it. :)
 
A big, knitted scarf.

Maybe not very stylish, but good at keeping you warm.

And make a bad move and I'll strangle you. :D
 
Liar said:
A big, knitted scarf.

Maybe not very stylish, but good at keeping you warm.

And make a bad move and I'll strangle you. :D



you're really not that threatening, love ;)
 
My favorite white dress shirt belonging to my husband (he has others).

It drapes and covers, protects, makes me feel sexy. I've used it in an AV.

He's offered just to give it to me, but I refused. That isn't the point. I need to take it directly from his closet because then it carries his scent.
 
My Black Watch Tartan bathrobe ...

worn and a bit tattered about the edges, but full of sentimental value, comfortable and definitely informal, relaxed and quiet, warm and inviting with deep pockets that I'm never sure what I'm going to pull out of them next.
 
A non-specific garment that is in a garish color and an itchy synthetic fiber, doesn't fit quite right, bought in a cheap discount store, and totally inappropriate to any occasion.
 
LOL

A well worn pair of Fatigue Pants. Comfortable, out of fashion yet always useful.

Cat
 
I first appear to be a long black duster that billows behind you like a dark cloud as you move - bespeaking majesty and mystery.

Except, not a duster. The cut is wrong, the details askew.

I am instead the robe of a priest worn loosely like a coat.
Sanctity unbound.
Blessed and broken.

The cloud, now marked and measured, having gained in mystery.
 
cheerful_deviant said:
Beat up old work boots. Seen better days and not to pretty but comfortable and still good at getting the job done.

http://my.voyager.net/~vinsond/photos/boots.JPG

Damn they look as bad as my Cowboy Boots, not to mention my hat. Both items of clothing I wear all winter.

Summer time it's shorts and either Flip Flops or Sandals. (Of course the shorts are almost always Cargo Shorts of one kind or another.)

Cat
 
What is it with people these days? Except for those ubiquitous (look it up) baseball caps. No one does it any more.

The first time I saw my ex-fiancee (after she'd dumped me) she had suddenly become her mother. (The reason she dumped me)

She couldn't have a simple cloche or mannish trilby (to set off her smooth as silk cheeks) no, she had to have the widest brim she could find, black, defined by a black silk edge. That wasn't her, who I'd fucked in a cornfield and on an empty camel saddle brought back from Tunisia (Tunisia? We're talking very early 70's here, no-one went to Tunisia) That hat was her mother.

Did you ever play that game where "If this person were an ?, what would they be?" My friend (this is on a field trip, in a mixed group where we did the "what are my dreams" game. [ask me later]) my friend said I would be a theatrical cloak; dark, swirling and mysterious. I never thanked him. (hey! I was 26)

Now? Now I'm a hat. A hat with a wide brim. Did you see those films about the Australian outback? Where they wear the raincoats that you can step into? That greased material, that stinks when it gets wet. Well, the hat that goes with those.

Wide brim, stinks when it's wet, keeps your cigarette dry and always casts a shadow across your eyes. Took me years to find one (because I wouldn't pay £25) That hat.
 
I am a pair of New Rock boots. Hardwearing-looking, strong and unique in appearance, but indside soft and comfortable, with weak laces holding me together.

(I've had to replace the laces on my NRs millions of times >.<)
 
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