I have wanted to write about fashion here, but I am not the best writer, describer, etc. so I didn’t know if I could do it justice. But on the bus home from enrichment this morning I had an experience that I just had to share.
I am used to people staring at me. Even without two or three kids with me, people stare at me a lot. I suppose its a combination of my white coat (there are VERY few white coats here), lack of a big, gawdy purse, my jeans that are not skin tight (meaning how in the world will that girl get those jeans off her legs, they might be painted on), my boots or other shoes that don’t have three inch heels. So fashion-wise, I don’t really fit in, here.
This morning on the bus I caught a girl staring at me. She looked at my head/face, then her eyes wandered down to my shoes, and back up to my face. I stared back at her, and I will attempt to describe what she was wearing. She had a black cap on, with black and silver sequins on it, a mustard colored coat with black polka dots. It was fitted, but poofed a little at the bottom, which was just below her behind. She had black leggings on with a shiny silver stripe down the outside of the leg. And I could see hanging under her coat was a long sweater, kind of shiny and auburn colored. And she had a large, shiny, hot pink purse. I’m just now realizing that I didn’t even look at her shoes. I was a little distracted… I wished I had a camera.
One thing I admire about fashion here is that people always try to look their best. Except in the comfort of their own home, which I don’t know much about, but have heard from others – the take off their nice clothes and lounge around in sweats or whatever. But when someone goes out of the house, they really make sure to look nice. I think back home people are a little too casual sometimes, resulting in sloppiness. People here are not sloppy in their dress. Only homeless people, who have a good excuse.
