I donated some of my everyday clothes to a dressing up box we used at Creative English camp. The game prompts students to layer up in random attire and then name the clothing and the body parts it drapes. Obviously it is most fun when there are lots of layers and the finished fashion effect is comical. It is not a game for those who like what they wear to match and coordinate.
It turns out my wardrobe is ideal for this. A Jamaican shirt. A beflowered hat. A lime green puffa. Some outsize pants.
I had asked other camp leaders to contribute an item or two. Could they muster a boa? A chef’s hat? Even an apron? It seems they could not…
“I don’t really have eccentric items in my wardrobe” said a Peace Corps Volunteer. Presumably the others don’t either– or else they just forgot.
Narek liked the activity. He’s 12 and was the camp comedian. He singled out the dressing up box for particular praise in his camp evaluation: ” I looked like a crazy old lady from the ’70s” he said.
In the face of such feedback more sensitive shoppers might decide to overhaul their wardrobe. Not me. My ensembles will remain eclectic. I wear my jumble with pride.
Satine models the stripey dress I wore to meet Armenia’s First Lady