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The quest for clothing

"To clothe this child is like a nightmare!"
Yes, my mother actually said that, about me and within my earshot.
It hurt. It still hurts. But in the 1960s -- before "big and tall" clothing became ubiquitous, even in discount department stores -- it was undeniably true.
Today, of course, it's a little easier. "Tall" pants are still hard to find (no complaints, short-legged people, about too-long pants off the rack -- you can hem them). But thanks to catalogs like Woman Within and Roaman's, and stores like Lane Bryant and Torrid, a woman who's not in what retailers insultingly call "the popular sizes" can find something to wear -- for work, for recreation, for the gym, even for the pool. And it's not all in the supposedly flattering colors of black, brown and navy.
One of the joys of losing a lot of weight is, I can now augment at least some of my wardrobe with finds from garage sales and thrift stores.
Here's one of my favorite thrift-store finds. I love my pink Neoprene hoodie so much, I didn't put it away with the rest of my winter clothes. If there's a cold snap between now and September, it's right there in my closet.

Here's another thrift store find. Bet you didn't know leopards came in shades of teal.

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