Before EDS got my ass in a choke hold, I had a deep love for fashion. Even in grad school as I was just beginning to get ill, I was known in my program for being stylish.
During the harsh Chicago winters I wore retro woolen overcoats, collared shirts, sweater vests and blazers over jean pencil skirts. In retrospect, I liked looking nice on the outside because I was often feeling pretty crummy on the inside.
If you'll look to the right, you'll notice a not-insignificant number of fashion-related links. I keep on thinking (however impractically) about starting a petite-fashion blog. I haven't yet found a blog by a petite woman over a size 0 (seriously.)
If I were to do it, I suppose there would be less emphasis on where to find teeny-tiny sizes (I'm not teeny-tiny), less emphasis on alterations (can't afford them and don't always need them) and more on creative ways to get clothes that fit well without spending a lot of money.
Women who are mid-sized and plus-sized and petite often have their own issues. For instance, I have a small band size (30) and a fairly large cup size (DD) which limits me in where I can shop for my bras. If I need something altered, it's usually a bra!
Many retailers who stock petite sizes don't carry beyond a size 12 or so. When I was 50 pounds heavier, nothing ever fit me properly.
I would call it Clothes Mouse, since I'm 1. A Clothes Horse (according to my parents) 2. Poor as a churchmouse. 3. mousey as in small, shy/soft-spoken and plain.
I'm sorely tempted by this little venture, never mind the fact that there is already a blog called Clothes Mouse on Blogger, meaning I would have to take my show on the road to Wordpress (most likely) and succeed at being more fabulous than that other C.M.
I have high hopes, because I am pretty fabulous.
Plus, I'm tired of whining all the time.