My own sense of style

Today, as I walked to history class with two friends, the subject of shoes came up. One friend owns, not kidding, at least 4 pairs of TOMS shoes. And while I like the idea of TOMS (for every pair of shoes you buy, TOMS donates a pair to 3rd world country village. Everyone needs shoes), I think they're ridiculously ugly. Sorry. Of course, this is coming from a person who wore moccasin slippers during most of high school, so maybe I'm not the judge of shoe-style. However, as I was saying that I don't like the shoes, my other friend piped up that I have my own sense of style and those shoes just don't lend themselves to it. I was really pleasantly surprised and pleased by her comment. Actually, now that I think about it, she comments on my clothes quite often. And while I don't dress for other people, it still makes me happy that there is at least one person who appreciates my (usually) thrift store clothes not as simply second-hand, but as awesome finds.

I also learned today that another friend's mom is Pagan. How neat is that? She saw my tattoo, said it was cool, and that her mom had a star like it. Now, this girl is very naive, so I thought maybe her mom had a star tattoo, and not a pentacle at all, so I ask if it's exactly like it. She goes, "Yeah, well, there are moons around it." So I think, no way, and ask if they're crescent moons as I draw in the air the maiden/crone crescents. My friend nods and says yes, so I decided to take the chance and ask if her mom was pagan. ... I wonder if my friend is?

Sorry, really random post. I just thought both of these events of the day were great counterpoint to the rest of the day, and they both made me smile.

Love

What not to Wear

Tonight on What not to Wear, Stacy and Clinton were dressing a witch! I was somewhat looking forward to it, because I figured "Hey a Witch on reality television is generally a good thing at dispelling (hah!) stereotypes." Unfortunately, I'm not so sure this was the case.

First off, the woman could barely say anything but "I'm a Witch!" Second off, she was a "goth" witch. I don't understand how the goth look came to be associated with Witchcraft, but that image needs to go! Our's isn't a religion spanning back to the middle ages; it is both newer and older than that, so all that renaissance garb for ritual needs. To. Go. (Which it did, by the end, of course.) And finally, third off: the woman was attributing magical powers to the new clothes. Sorry, darling, but it's not magic that makes you look good when you step into something a bit nicer and better fitting than flannel pajamas!

Granted, I have clothes that make me feel more "witchy," though mine are generally reminiscent of Bohemia and not the Dark Ages. Honestly, though, I can't help but wonder what made this woman (and the witches in her coven, too!) feel the need to dress like a movie witch? Is it because they're in Salem, and they feel they have to be "authentic." Or... Do they just not get it? It honestly blows my mind. Although, to each his/her own I suppose.

As a side note: Is it Spring yet? I'm ready for warmth, sunshine, gentle breezes, and greenery. I'm also ready to move. (I'll be moving into a bigger apartment that won't involve stairs!) The Sun/Son was born again. I think it's time he makes himself known!