On Saturday, my friend Kathy and I went to a wonderful farmers' market in Edmonds, Washington, and then wandered into a little boutique nearby. As we admired all the beautiful clothes, we expressed frustration to each other that, as usual, everything was too long—sleeves, pants, tops. We are both short, and only petite sizes generally work for us.
One of the very tall young women who works there approached us and asked if we were finding what we needed. Kathy commented, "Oh, you have beautiful things—for people like you, not us." She was referring to height.
But the woman misunderstood. She looked us over, up and down, and then said, confidently, "But we do have some loose, comfy clothing, too. Let me show you."
Loose, comfy clothing—code for "frumpy"? Maybe we need to be rethinking our wardrobes...
The frumps, below: