Since I am, in no way, a fan of shopping (except of the online variety for non clothing items), they have been hard pressed to get me looking more middle class some other way.
The compromise that we settled on was that while they were both out working and earning the money to buy their own new clothes, I stay at home and look through my mom's overstuffed closets and find some things to replace the particularly unseemly contributors to my wardrobe.
I pulled this from an online dictionary so that you all could see the irony in this set up (and possibly the reason that I really am a bum).
1. A tramp; a vagrant.
2. A lazy or shiftless person, especially one who seeks to live solely by the support of others.
Here are a few of the goods:
Burnt orange shirt longish sleeves
Replaces grey shirt three quarter length sleeves with weird fasteners on them
Black V-neck Tee with "paint"
Replaces Grey V-neck that shows every drop of sweet my body releases
Lace tank top
Replaces 50's diner waitress shirt with ink marks all over it.
Burnt orange coat dress
Replaces burnt orange "potato bag" sweater dress
White fluffy skirt and Black tank
Replace too large grey tank and nothing
I'm happy with most of my selection and they're happy that I'm trading up to clothes that I can get a real job with. Oh, a real job. That's what I'm supposed to do with my life.
I'm looking forward to my return to Oregon, new stuff or not. Yoga (at multiple studios), Whale watching, Hot springs going, Desert visiting, and $2 beers, all await me. And now that going to Oregon no longer means going back to a place where I have no one I am pretty excited to see all of my friends and housemates (the two are not mutually exclusive).
Shout outs to Mom & Dad for always looking out for me. Shout out to Oregon, I'll see you soon. Shout out to Mamaw, I miss you already.