Sunday, March 6, 2011

Wearing the Pants

Yesterday I took advantage of a Frenchless Friday and a good sale at the Limited ($100 off a suit, runs through tomorrow) to go shopping. This is always a pretty frustrating process for me as I am not built according to clothing industry standards, so everything I buy that's more complex than a simple T-shirt needs extensive tailoring before it actually fits properly. This means that clothes shopping is less about trying things on to see how they fit than trying things on to see how easily they can be adapted to be made to fit later, which requires much more imagination.

While I was at the mall I found myself casting longing glances at assorted pencil skirts and cute office dresses. I particularly love a good work dress - one piece and you're done, no tuck-or-untuck condundrums - but sadly Guinea's sartorial customs are apparently more conservative then ours. I'd rather not start my career off by sparking an international incident with my scandalous calves, so I'll have to limit myself to pantsuits. However, I now feel much, much friendlier to the pantsuit after reading this hilarious piece by fellow FS blogger Four Globetrotters. Seriously, laughing-so-hard-I-can't-breathe funny. Here's an excerpt, but you really must read the whole thing:

Ever tried to get into an SUV while wearing a too-small mid-calf skirt suit?  After trying in vain to lift my leg more than three inches off the ground, I looked around and, assured that I wasn't being observed, hiked up my skirt as far as I could and made it into the SUV.  I was met by the amused gaze of the Ambassador who had, unbeknownst to me, entered the vehicle while I was trying to figure out how to get in.  I stammered some sort of greeting at him and tried not to make further eye contact.

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