But it didn't really turn out to be a set of rules. It's more like a set of things -- a very, very small set of things -- that I can wear.
Here is why I look so dumpy all the time:
Shirt:
Must be large enough that it does not draw attention to my boobs.
Must not have buttons down the center front - see above.
These two rules taken together mean that my shirts are always knit and incredibly baggy.
Cat hair is optional, but usually present.
Pants:
Must be the only pants in the world that come close to fitting me: Eddie Bauer jeans, with the hips a size bigger than the waist. These come in two colors: blue and blue.
(If I could find them with the hips two sizes bigger than the waist, they would actually fit, and I would probably wear them even into the shower due to overwhelming bliss.)
Socks:
I have recently discovered that boys' socks fit me. These come in one color scheme: white with gray on the bottom. They can be seen in my shower.
Shoes:
These because I can stand up in them and even walk some. They are black, and they look dashing with those white and gray socks sticking out the front.
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I can understand choosing "defensive" clothing at times when you might be at risk for being attacked, but I would hope that doesn't constitute your normal day.
Oh, and it's possible to dye clothing (I'm think of the white socks).
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Given that I'm wearing mass-produced unaltered clothing, I think I haven't done too badly. Yes, it's ugly. But it doesn't get me kicked out of work and it doesn't get me treated the way I was treated before I learned to dress this way. That much is fine. I just wish I could look nicer, in the sense of dressier or less casual or more professional, without either tripling my clothing budget or looking (in my own perception) cheap and easy.
I guess another big piece of frustration is the shoes. Ain't nothing looks good with a shoe like that... but I'll never be reasonable and unbiased about those. :-)