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Date: 19 September 2005 13:23:22
No, not cows. Muu-muus. The big, comfy, floaty caftan-looking robes?
Among the New Orleans evacuees, many from that dreadful Superdome ordeal, were some Very Generously Proportioned Ladies.
What do you do when your fellow woman is basically naked, having escaped with but the (now contaminated) clothes on her back? You clothe her of course.
But what do you do when none of the donated clothing --
And none of the immediately available clothing you can run out to buy and donate --
And nothing in your own closet --
Is large enough?
Of course the opposite problem is usually true -- not much in my own closets is small enough for other women. I too am rather... bodacious.
But we are talking awesome size, Rock of Gibraltar ladies.
Enter the muu-muus!
One of my churchladies told me the local fabric store donated suitable fabrics, and those who sew have been running up muu-muus for our Larger Than Life Ladies.
It's a simple thing, to have a couple changes of clothing, but miserable when you can't accomplish it by yourself.
I like to think of the whizzing sewing machines of the teachers and housewives and crafters and accountants, up late at night after they put their own households to bed, cranking out comfy flowing cool robes, cheerful Hawaiian prints and brilliant African patterns and dignified deep jeweltones...
I'm gonna call my friend Roberta who makes the old-fashioned fantastic churchlady hats, and ask her to collaborate with me on some matching turban-type concoctions for the ladies in the shelter. To go with the muu-muus. It's hard to keep your 'do up in a shelter. Turbans would make every day a Good Hair Day.