Flattery to the extreme =x Options

[*Libertie*]

I would definitely not say that I have a good fashion sense by ANY means, but what's kind of cute about that is the fact that everyone in my family thinks I do. My younger brother, 18, asks me for advice on what to wear on dates, and my youngest brother, 11, acts SO shy when I take him shopping. I ask him what he wants and he says, "Which do you think would look best?" My mom will come out of the bathroom after having used my hair products and say, "How do you think THIS looks? I tried your straightener. Should I wear this shirt, does this match?" It's so adorable and it actually kind of makes me feel good, them asking me for advice.

Anyway, the point, my cousin has been trying to get in touch with me all weekend, and with me being out of town I never received any of her calls. Well, I found out today, because my aunt called my mom while I was in the living room watching American Idol.

Here's my mom's end of the conversation -

Mom - "Danielle? Oh, she's about.. what, Danielle, a size 4?"
Me - "Yeah..?"
Mom - "Oh, is she? Yeah, they do look like they're about the same size, don't they? Danielle's just a little taller."
*silence*
Mom - "She's got a red dress.. I dunno, maybe.."
Me - "Who is this for?"
Mom - "Melissa." (Melissa's my cousin)
Me - "Where's she going?"
Mom - "Her husband is getting the 'star of life' award from LifeNet, he's going to meet the president."
Me - "Mom, she can't go in a prom dress, are you serious? Let her borrow the black one I wore to the symphony orchestra in Dallas."
Mom - "Oh.. She's got a black one, she wore it to a concert in Dallas, she's only worn it once. Oh, yeah, it's really pretty. No, she was pretty well covered. I'd say it was well past her knees.. I dunno, though, on Melissa it'd probably reach the floor. It's really pretty, I'm sure Danielle won't mind if she borrows it."

..five minutes later, Melissa, who's just a few years older than me, is over here trying on my dress. Most people are possessive when it comes to clothing, but I'm FLOORED that she asked me if I had something she could borrow. The dress fit, and now she has something to wear.

Fact is, if I was in a different part of the country, it would probably be much different, but here in this part of Texas I guess it's rare to see anyone walking around in something other than t-shirt+jeans. It's such a bizarre concept, though, with me being the total antisocial supermeganerdgeek that I am, and them asking me for advice.

So, this goes without saying, but since this is CB I'll go ahead and include it: thoughts, opinions, similar stories, ways to relate..?

[*Duchess of Dork*]

I just tossed my prom dress. It was OLD, to say the least. XD

I've devoid of any fashion really. Not a terrible dresser, not a fancy dresser. I'm not one that would typically be noticed (at least not by what I wear) and I've never cared to nor have I ever had the money to spend on fantastic clothes (subjectively speaking, of course).

I have, however, always had pretty funky hair. Back when (yes, BACK WHEN) is wasn't cool to have multi colored hair or short punky hair, I did. I also had the nose ring before anyone else in my school had it. (To give perspective, I graduated in 1994, had my nose pierced in 1989 ). The rules about being 18 and what not at that point wasn't really followed through, so I got a way with A LOT.

In any case, at first I was a freak. Then I became Miss Freak. Then, at one point in high school (I think it was my senior year), people were asking me how I did my hair, where they could get their nose pierced (and whether or not I recommended a ring or a stud), etc. It was really weird because the same people who used to make fun of me were now asking me for advice and what not.

Of course, I didn't appreciate it. In fact a conversation I had with this one girl (who was particularly malicious to me at one point) went something like this:

Prissy Pants: "So... how did you get the red in your hair so bright? I think it would look really good on me because I'm always told red looks good on me. Any tips?"
Me: "I have a tip. F*CK OFF."

The end.