Fashion Foibles

Don't be ashamed if you have to look up foibles, man. I had to.

Here's the thing about my semester at Eddie Bert: I made really great friends. And I loved writing about their crazy British ways. But now I'm back at the Bo', and according to Dave, my blog is no longer relevant. At least, it's no longer chock full of people and places he knows. Which is why, in today's special entry, everyone's names have been changed to names of Eddie Bert kids I know. That way Dave will feel like he's reading about his own life.

While sitting around in Fi's flat, drinking Ribena, eating jelly, and jacket potatoes, we started talking about Andy's dress, which looked suspiciously like mine. Except the top part was completely different. Andy complained that his dress was so low and he is so short that the dress revealed too much of his boobs.

Alan, because he knows so much about fashion, then started making helpful suggestions, much to the horror of all the girls in the room...

Alan: Why don't you just wear those doily things that girls wear?
Elle: You want her to wear doilies?
Alan: No, what are those things called? Those lacey, embroidered things girls wear when their dress is cut a little too risque?
Kaz: I don't think anyone in this century has worn any embroidered doilies.
Alan: They obviously don't wear doilies. Maybe this was in the 80's. They wore those doily, lacey, snowflake things! You know?
Hannah: I don't think people wear embroidered snowflakes.

Apparently, the word he was looking for was camisole.

Fi then ran a color test on Alan, asking him to describe her missing jacket. Alan tried to pretend that he wasn't really a boy and that he knew his colours, using 'periwinkle' and 'lavender.' Despite his best attempts, however, he still failed, proving once again that boys know nothing about colours or female dress. The word we were looking for was 'slate.'

The Queen then relayed this story about her brother, who was also a boy and apparently did not know much about female apparels.

Brother: What're you wearing?
Queen: Legwarmers.
Brother: Why?
Queen: They keep my legs warm.
Brother: Don't trousers do that?
Queen: Yes, they do. But legwarmers can, too.

Later on, I used the loo, left the flat, rode down the lift, had some chips (NOT FRIES) and climbed Arthur's Seat. All in a day's work in my favorite city.