I recently learned the term "Digital Hoarding" from a friend, and have been convinced that I suffer from that very condition ever since I first heard about it.  In a subsequent effort to minimize clutter in my inbox, I started going through and deleting old and unnecessary items.  In doing so, I stumbled across perhaps my most treasured piece of 'spam' that I've ever received.  Not quite sure how it ended up in my inbox, but sure glad that it did, as it has brought me much amusement in it's absurd poetic beauty...


"Maybe, you could fly to me tomorrow and bring me to your home, to get married me and to call me your sweet wife. It is my bright pink dream. I know that it can't be not tomorrow and not even the next day, because I am nobody for you and my letter will turn out to be big surprise for you. I am right. But I am able to change everything right now and from pretty stranger I want to become very special person in your life. If You would be ill and I would be happy to take care of you; You would have interesting news into your life, and I would be close to you to share happy moments with you. Don't you agree that it is real happiness when you come after work and light windows of sweet home wait for you, when you open the door and you feel sweet kisses and hugs onto your body? I think that nothing in the world can be compared with such simple family happiness. I need it very much and my letter, which you hold into your arms, proves it. You need not to look for me long, I am right here and wait till I can greet you warmly."

In spite of the fact that admittedly I am not necessarily the most stylish gal on the block (per Vogue standards, anyway) I find that I have a fascination with fashion none-the-less.  Though when it comes to my own personal wardrobe choices, I typically end up opting for jeans, t-shirts, flip flops, etc... I still enjoy leisurely thumbing through the pages of fashion magazines, and enviously ogling beautiful dresses in the store windows.

I found myself at J.C.Penney today, in need of a few new pairs of pants for work, and happened to overhear a woman who appeared to be somewhere between 50 and 60 years of age exclaim to her friend "I hate Penney's!  It's for old fuddy duddies!"  This statement of hers really got me thinking about fashion and style as it relates to age.  The woman who made this statement was dressed in an incredibly ill-fitting get-up that could only be described as a 'Project-Runway' reject.  It was a strange combination of odds and ends that all looked like they were designed for an adolescent as opposed to a full grown adult.  Some might argue that this woman was not 'dressing her age'.  I have gone back and forth on this matter for some time now (long before today's J.C. Penney experience), and ultimately end up asking the same question, "Should women 'dress their age' ? OR should they wear whatever the hell that they feel like wearing , whenever the hell that they feel like wearing it, in spite of the 'age appropriateness' of their garment choice?  Further, what specifically constitutes, 'age appropriateness' when it comes to our attire anyway?

Frankly, I'm no closer to answering this question then I was when it originally entered into my mind many  years ago.  I'm not even entirely sure what my current opinion on the matter is, being as it tends to change like the weather.  On the one hand, I believe that people should make clothing choices that make themselves feel good, but on the other hand I sometimes have a difficult time believing that a 40 year old woman who dresses like a 14 year old girl really feels good about herself on much deeper, personal level.  Perhaps it's presumptuous of me to think that I even know the first thing about how such a woman might feel about herself on any level (let alone on a deep and personal one), but it's still cause for me to speculate none-the-less.

Ultimately I suppose what this entry really boils down to is me, and my own personal wardrobe choices.  Being as I am in my thirties, I guess that I'm wondering if it's finally time to toss the 'Hello Kitty' t-shirt(s) in my closet, or can I get away with hanging on to them for a little bit longer, so long as I only wear them around the house?   Instead of asking 'What Would Jesus Do?' perhaps the more appropriate question would be, "What Would Clinton and Stacy Do?".  Having just asked it, I'm pretty confident that I know what the answer is.  Well, it's been a good long run 'Hello Kitty', thanks for the memories...