in countries where they undress often.
An important sartorial reason to live in the developing world: having a personal tailor and/or seamtress. Rabat was the city where I was able to dress my most Washingtonian self, but everywhere in Africa people dress carefully and meticulously. Perhaps it's because fashion is one of the few areas they can control in an otherwise chaotic environment. As a plus size petite, I loved being able to have clothes easily altered or custom-made. It's true that once in a while Mamadou would lose his sense of working in three dimensions, but I usually had good luck with having clothes made from current items in my wardrobe or from the J. Crew catalog.
The only place I've found in the US that stocks plus size petite is Talbots but I find the styles a little stodgy. Happily I've been able to cobble together an "aging hipster" look, with occasional forays into "sexy librarian" or "frazzled housewife." My worst fear is to turn into one of those middle-aged lady consultants who wear huge ethnic jewelry and loose, flowing clothes.
Recently I wore a rather bohemian-looking blouse to work and a co-worker asked me if it was a traditional outfit from the Philippines. I said no, it's a traditional outfit from Wal-Mart.
I would *love* going to the market and picking out fabric. I bought a bunch in China just because I wanted it, even though I definitely can't make anything from it.
I too fear turning into one of those flowy-clothes ethnic-jewelery ladies. It's superficial, but one of my worst fears about getting older is that I'll become unfashionable.
I have a million meters of textiles that I don't know what to do in crazy colors and patterns...plus they're inexpensive and easy to pack. *sigh*
I am starting to look more at J.Jill and Eileen Fisher as "older with an edge" now that I've acknowldged encroaching middle age.
traditional outfit from Wal-Mart he he he he
Some of the people I have the greatest affection and respect for are lady consultants who wear huge ethnic jewelry and loose, flowing clothes. There weren't that many options when multicultural services were kicking off in Adelaide, still aren't, and I can think of worse ways to go. It's definitely a recognisable 'type' though.