Ways we dressed up

Dressing up ourselves, it is a skill each of us needs to spend some time on it.  The ways we dress, it may not as important as some others look at it.  Somehow or rather, it does affect our daily life and the mood we are going to have for the beginning and end of the day.  When we are dressing up and appear in front of the mirrors, we look at ourselves. It creates some feelings and affects us psychologically.

We looks nice and we feel we are well dressed, we feel at ease and happy, but please do not kill ourselves by trying to associate ourselves to look slim and endeavor every aspect in order to become slim. Especially female! It is what they said, be it dead, look pretty is a must. We are very often to have such a scene from the movie, squeezing the waist line until one is unable to breath, that’s suffering or dying, however towards certain people, too much of  pretty concern, it does not matter but no compromise of getting prettier.

This is not trying to play experts on such a field.  they are respective experts with much more authoritative points of view.  I am only trying to dig out my feels as I see it and feel it.

When I was working as an office guy, one of those days, one of those fine days, my hair stood upright.  It was not all my hairs; it was only a small bundle of my hair. It shot upright not on my forehead, not on my back, side head but on middle top of my head. I used my hand to pressed them down, trying to make them to sleep together with my other hair but they refused and stood up the moment I released my hand.

The Whole morning, I was in the office, a talkative I was, became dumb.  It was not because; I was worried my boss would give me a lecture. It was not because; I minded my colloquies laugh and despise me.  It was somehow, a kind of uneasiness attached together with the stubborn upright hair.  May be it was a self pity that my handsome look was at stake! Luckily, my close colleague taught me how to deal with the betrayed bundle of hair.  It was so easy and I couldn’t believe it.  All it needed, it was only to wet the crazy bundle of hair and made them lied down with others.

There was my other of those days, one of my colleque spread around to all my other colleque.  The pant I was wearing that day, it was wore more than one week. I was lazy and it was rained for nearly a week.  So I was just taking three pants and wore alternative day for a week without washing.  My ideology, it was a daily routine office jobs, no sweating and no rough game playing.  The pants were as clean as newly wash for at least a week and I used three pants for a week.  It meant, It was wore only twice per pant per week. So what’s wrong with that but then it was customary to change daily. So it created a sense of being dirty guy for wearing a pant without washing.

I was having a nature of not taking care of others’ criticism so long as I did believe I was right. However, somehow or rather, the passing of words, gossips and small talk or big talk, they were flying over corners here and over corners there.  It did make me feel bad.

The skill of dressing up, it involve matching of colors, it needs to match our skin complexion, beside the design and fashion suitability to our height, weight and our physical feature. Best design and fashion suitable to others but may not for us. There are designs and it is properly and skillfully matches with color.  It is capable of shaping up a slightly plump human figure into a beautifully slim built beauty, particularly a nice three points shape for female.

There were times; the fashion was going and popular for black color.  Everywhere I went I saw only black, a blonde also dyed to black, blue eyes became black.  Such a trend, it created a nice and awesome story.

 A family of eight, father, the leader and captain of the family started his day of work and out of the house every morning.  Mother a non complaint and obedient wife and servant of the family. Mother of mother, the queen of all queens, it was her jobs of doing nothing but enjoying, scolding, criticizing and advising for nothing. Five children of boys and girls, some were schooling, some were in pre-schooling and the rest were at home but not cared by the queen of queens and it was the jobs of the wife cum servant.

Nightfall, queen of all queens started to shout, “Where are everybody? It is just only the electricity black out! Why you all are needed to be so scare until everyone started to hide.  Come out! Come!” The father, mother and five children were all in front of her and it was just only few meters away.  Queen of queen could not see them because it was a black trend, they were all black, eyes black, hairs black, shoes black, clothing black, nails and beard also black.

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