You can read all about it here. Wende in Phoenix has decided to expand MGR's approach to curing one's appartment to curing one's wardrobe. Since I still live in one or two pairs of favourite pants and my Mother's hand-me-down T-shirts, I thought I might play along and see what happens.
Candidate for "Best Dressed," real or fictional.
I hate these questions. All they do is reveal my complete cultural illiteracy. I picked up a copy of something, Us, I think, in some waiting room somewhere. I didn't recognize one person. Truly. I guess, of those I know, I'd have to say Katherine Hepburn: as she dresses, on her own. So sensible. And, oddly, enough, Martha Stewart. Not as she dresses herself--I have no idea how she dresses herself, but how her people dress her. She always looks good in her ads and you never notice what's she's wearing. Which is sort of the point.
Favorite garment/outfit EVER.
A dark blue with tiny white polka dot scoop neck dress with a little flip skirt from the Gap. And I mean little. It fell somewhere on my thighs, well above my knees. It's the shortest thing I've ever worn. I accessorised with sheer black hose and ankle height "granny" boots and dangly hoop earrings. I was hot. This was, oh, 10 years ago now.
Current favorite garment.
A grey wool sweater...but the sleeves fall into my dishwater and it's very warm to wear...so it's reserved for when I leave the house.
Favorite thing to wear, if reality weren't an issue in any way, shape, or form.
Anything that needs ironing.
Favorite store, given unlimited wealth.
Again, I'm completely ignorant of what's out there.
Favorite fashion faux-pas story to tell, now that the scars have healed.
The scars haven't healed.
How You Live & the People Around You
If there were a uniform for the place where you spend most of your time, what would it be?
If there were a uniform for where you spend your leisure, what would it be?
What is the problem with your wardrobe?
Wardrobe? What wardrobe?
If your wardrobe could speak, what would it say is the problem?
Thank you for getting rid of the light teal corduroy pants, even though they fit. We didn't like her. She was loud and obnoxious. And those black stretchy pants you wear all the time? We never see her anymore--but honey, the last time we did she had holes where she shouldn't you know what we're saying? And what's with you anyway? Why do we just hang here all the time: we never go anywhere. Honey, give us some love--or give us to somebody who will love us. You sure don't.
We want you to look good when you leave the house, heck sweetheart, we want you to look good even when you are in the house! You say nothing will look good on you because you are so thick around the middle (and the arms and the thighs and the...) but honey, get off your butt and do something about it! It's not our fault we don't suit you. And, admit it, it's true, you have actually seen fat people dressed well. You could be one of those. Don't waste your life wishing it was different. Change it--either get out there and walk (yes, yes, we know all about your feet problems but you don't know if they are fixable or not, so find out!) or get us some company that will make you (and us) proud!
What do you want people to say about your wardrobe?
She always looks so put together.
She's so well-dressed (for a fat person).