Once upon a time, many years ago, I was shopping with my mother. Mom has always had such an incredible sense of style - wears everything well. I, on the other hand, have often felt like I was just a little bit late with the style, not quite shaped right, too short, too thin (or now, too fluffy). Whenever Mom picked something out for me, it was usually a wonderfully chosen outfit - just the right color, style, everything. Except this one time...
We were shopping at Sears. Mom pulled this two piece outfit - shirt and pants - off the rack and showed it to me. I distinctly remember saying, "Ugh! I can't imagine wearing something like that!" The basic color was black with an orange-gold pattern in it. What made it so strange and abhorrent to me was that both the pants and shirt, in a soft cotton, were in the same colors, but the pants had a kind of circle print and the shirt had half of it in the circle print and the other half in some kind of paisley-shaped print. (Keep in mind this was in the 80's.) Really strange looking! Mom hung it back on the rack and we went on.
Move ahead to Christmas - that particular year, I got really ill on Christmas Day and spent most of the day lolling on the sofa while we opened gifts - the family was pretty large, and gift-opening took a huge part of the day, since we opened our gifts one at a time, in age order from youngest to oldest. When the time came for me to open my gift from my Mom, I struggled to sit upright, opened the box, and pulled out "THAT OUTFIT!" I was already sick and I honestly thought I would cry when I saw it. I managed to avoid throwing up, and thanked Mom for the gift, then laid my head back down and made it through the rest of the day. I regret there are no photos of that infamous outfit!
I know - I was supposed to write about an outfit I loved wearing...here's the rest of the story.
Because Mom gave me the outfit, and because I was taught not to waste things, I decided to be brave and wear it one day. I put it on, knowing I was probably going to get a lot of stares, if not negative comments about what I was wearing. When I looked in the mirror, I was