Big Girl Bloggery
So of course I blithely type away on this thing every day, assuming nobody reads it but me and sometimes Han. But today all my illusions of anonymity were shattered when the nice lady who bought half my clothes at the fat girl flea market suddenly appeared in the comments section of my post “Flea To Be You and Me.” Not only that, but when I followed the link to her blog, I discovered a long, detailed, and quite hilarious account of our clothes encounter from her perspective.
Dear nice lady from Boston.
Had I known you would ever, in a million years, find your way to my blog, I would never have been so cavalier in my bandying about of terms like “Jackal,” “Fleshy,” and “Ringleader.” I was just being silly and hyperbolic and stuff, but I guess you busted me. Anyway, thanks very much for referring to me in your post as a “Hot Fat Chick” and for describing me as an “…eye-catching young woman…much taller than me and way more finger-on-the-pulse-of-fun-fat-fashion in her black tube-toppy tank and cats’-eye frames,” You are too kind. I will henceforth use HFC as my handle, and be super-annoying about it.
July 28th, 2006 at 8:24 am
Wow. That grrrl knows hotness and style when she sees it!
I hope you are having an amazing day at band camp! I miss you but know your drumming skills will someday make Blasty proud. And I hope you are having FUN!
August 1st, 2006 at 8:43 am
Puh-leez, I loved your entry and completely am riding on the Fleshy Ringleading Jackal-ness of it all. So, cavalier away!
And, um, next year when you are dragging another bag full of stylin’ donations? Don’t be alarmed if you pass by several trenchcoat-clad fatties on your way to the Flea. They’ll just be my Checkpoint Charlenes keeping tabs on your progress.
Rock on, HFC!