Uniforms

I was talking with a friend (he knows who he is) about the uniforms we wear.  The military imposes uniforms on its members, but most of us impose uniforms upon ourselves.

Because I’m quite petite (being both short and reasonably slender) and because I have matching small feet, it is extremely hard for me to find clothes.  Add to that the fact that I don’t like to shop and my husband doesn’t like for me to spend money and you end up with a very limited fashion repertoire:  My tops are long sleeved or short sleeved t-shirts, in whatever colors come in my size (no designs, just colors), and my bottoms are jeans and yoga pants.  On my feet, clogs, which are extremely comfortable; last forever; give me an extra two inches of height without the agony of heels; and slip on and off easily, as I’m a barefoot person.  Although I was a fashion plate in my 20s (when they still made petites for short people not medium ones, and when I thought I had money to burn), my style today is very utilitarian.

I’m waffling on here with a point in mind.  At Michelle Obama’s Mirror, there’s an entertaining photo essay about Michelle’s unique style.  I make no comments about her figure.  She’s a women in her late 40s with two children.  She’s fit and healthy.  That makes for a fine figure as far as I’m concerned.  Having a fine figure, though, is not the same as having good taste in clothes.  And really, Michelle has no excuse for her unflattering clothing choices.  She’s got fashion consultants, money (that she spends like water), and she’s tall enough for there to be available clothes out there.  The bottom line is that she simply has no taste — and she’s surrounded by a bunch of sycophants who routinely applaud her errors.