Guys. GUYS. The EE of The Martian includes the scene where Commander Lewis tells Martinez to sleep in Beck's cabin and thereby busts open Beck and Johanssen's secret lovey-doveyness. *dies* And also >:(((( because they filmed that iconic moment in the book and didn't release it in the theater version.
Actually, it's... probably just as well because I'm sure I would have let out some ridiculously embarrassing *squeee awww oooh squeeee* noises in public when it happened because that's one of my favorite moments in the book. That Ridley Scott did at least film it does make up, in a small way, for his failure to have Beck respond to Beth's "Don't tell anyone I did that" with his "Don't tell anyone I liked it" line (even though, yes, Seb's acting there all but screamed it, with that giddy smile and shining eyes and lovesick puppy expression, but STILL FOREVER BITTER ABOUT THIS OMISSION).
I ordered that thing so fast my keyboard is smoking.
And I feel fully okay with that bit of wild money-tossing because I needed summer shirts desperately and found 5 at JC Penney's that fit well (FIVE... that alone borders on miraculous because between my normal 'shoulders as broad as Chris Evans' situation and 'must now always where loose sleeves because of post-breast cancer lymphedema prevention', I AM NOT EASY TO FIT, especially when the women's fashion industry insists women's arms are the size of raw spaghetti noodles). But even better? They were on sale... like 40-60% off on sale... and then when they rang up the purchases, they were even MORE on sale. I got all 5 nice shirts for less than $50, including sales tax, WHICH NEVER HAPPENS. I had been prepared to pay much more. So yes. Flinging $20 to Mars was the icing on that cake.
I have no regrets.
Actually, it's... probably just as well because I'm sure I would have let out some ridiculously embarrassing *squeee awww oooh squeeee* noises in public when it happened because that's one of my favorite moments in the book. That Ridley Scott did at least film it does make up, in a small way, for his failure to have Beck respond to Beth's "Don't tell anyone I did that" with his "Don't tell anyone I liked it" line (even though, yes, Seb's acting there all but screamed it, with that giddy smile and shining eyes and lovesick puppy expression, but STILL FOREVER BITTER ABOUT THIS OMISSION).
I ordered that thing so fast my keyboard is smoking.
And I feel fully okay with that bit of wild money-tossing because I needed summer shirts desperately and found 5 at JC Penney's that fit well (FIVE... that alone borders on miraculous because between my normal 'shoulders as broad as Chris Evans' situation and 'must now always where loose sleeves because of post-breast cancer lymphedema prevention', I AM NOT EASY TO FIT, especially when the women's fashion industry insists women's arms are the size of raw spaghetti noodles). But even better? They were on sale... like 40-60% off on sale... and then when they rang up the purchases, they were even MORE on sale. I got all 5 nice shirts for less than $50, including sales tax, WHICH NEVER HAPPENS. I had been prepared to pay much more. So yes. Flinging $20 to Mars was the icing on that cake.
I have no regrets.
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Date: 2016-06-08 04:00 pm (UTC)*makes a noise only dogs could hear, runs to order the EE*
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Date: 2016-06-09 08:42 am (UTC)Congrats on that find, by the way! I hear you about the spaghetti arms! Since I swam competitively between ages 8 and 12 I have upper arms thicker than the norm, finding the sleeves of most clothes just too tight, and it didn't improve when I advanced into the plus size realms. Most tops comfy around my arms and bosom have far too long sleeves, and for short-sleeved I usually need to go for men's cuts anyway. If I envy the pre-industrial societies for one thing, it's having fitting clothes because they were made for you. Ok, badly generalising here, of course, but you get my meaning. ;o)
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Date: 2016-06-09 02:21 pm (UTC)I meant not making them yourselves, but having them made to fit as a regular way to get them. I would actually make my own clothing if I could; I used to sew my own skirts, but have never advanced to tops or dresses, although I'd be willing to learn. I'm actually in the process of finding a good, affordable sewing machine, also to sew the occasional skirt for myself - for about six years I've been unable to find any kind of skirt which wasn't just a tight mini-sleeve for legs, fit me, wasn't ultra expensive, made of natural materials (no polyester or so, except for the occasional outdoor piece of microfibre I can't wear any such materials because of my neurodermatitis) and wasn't of a colour or pattern I absolutely hated. It's always difficult to find such clothes for me, so when I find something that fits and I like I tend to buy several colours at once, which then need to last me for at least five years or longer again... but sewing clothes myself has another difficulty since a few years, as we don't have any fabric stores any longer. We used to have one even in my home town with a good variety, even if nothing fancy; but I've sewn my own skirts during most of my school time, and produced lovely ones after I learned what to look out for to not look frumpy. *g* But the really good fabric store in the next large town has closed down about twenty years ago, and the one still existent in the neighbouring next large city, about an hour's drive from here, has only stuff for carnival and crafts. Most people order their fabric online, which is fine as a rule, but for clothing I need to be able to feel the cloth, hold the bale up and see how it falls. You seem to need to be part of a well-organised sewing group to get to the stuff and get info, but I only wanted to sew the occasional skirt or so, not make sewing my lifestyle. *sigh*
The light at the horizon is the discovery of an online company last winter that sells clothing mostly to my liking, and I spent a good deal of money these last weeks for some things I really needed - skirts, dresses, a cardigan and a sweater, all from linen and just the right kind of not too posh and not too flimsy for my everyday wear. The downside is that their sizes are somewhat in-between, and often either the sleeves far too long for a size, too, or the width around the rump tent-like if sleeves and bosom fit well, and it's either a bit tight at the sleeves and bosom, or a wearable tent... but it's linen, the colours are great, it's comfortable and will last me a long time, so I went for it. One of the skirts I have to alter as the waist is made from some far too loose stretch material and doesn't hold up at all, but it's such a good find that I'm willing to, even if I think a newly-bought piece shouldn't need that.
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Date: 2016-06-09 02:25 pm (UTC)I'm not the biggest fan of linen, just because it wrinkles so badly. But it does breathe well.
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Date: 2016-06-09 02:55 pm (UTC)We don't have that possibility of having clothes altered on a regular base, as such seamstresses seem to have gone out of existence. All tailors we now have are Turks, and while they're great for having something repaired or too much length cut, adapting anything else just doesn't work well; I think this is a thing of cuturally-influenced sense of fashion. It's also quite costly; I'd pay more than the original price, and clothing is costly enough as it is. I don't know if this is still true, but a few years back everybody I know who travelled to the US went also clothes-shopping because it cost so much less.
We might have had a different industry about clothes-making, too. My mother, aunt, and paternal grandfather all sewed the occasional clothes to save money, and while it wasn't exactly common, it wasn't very unusual as well; this was in the 70s onwards. During the life of my grandparents, born around the 1920s, it was perfectly normal that the clothes were made by the village seamstress, even until the 50s and 60s. It was different in cities, I think, where department or clothes stores existed. My maternal grandmother actually wanted to apprentice as a seamstress with her aunt the village seamstress, but wasn't allowed by her parents because usually that job was only done by unmarried or widowed women and they feared for her social standing.