emeraldkity, I’ve often thought that if a designer went to an ordinary mall, or maybe WalMart, on a Saturday afternoon, grabbed the first 10 teens/women that she saw, and designed clothes that looked good on them, she would be America’s Favorite Designer.
Let’s say that emeraldkity and I were BFFs in HS… I looked like Gumby and she was a 32E. We wanted to dress alike for the ceremony, so we went to Old Navy and bought identical knit dresses in whatever size fit us best. We show up for the ceremony together and ek is turned away or asked to put on huge loaner sweatshirt. I’m just saying it’s a conversation that is fraught with peril…what does the faculty member say without commenting directly on ek’s chest?