I am looking over my old posts and this is one of the earliest that I ever started a thread for. I saw the title and thought I would have had something very profound to say.
I had forgotten all about that blouse, but seeing the post I remembered it vividly and I wore it for a LONG time, I loved it. I still love orange and still love paisley.
Its funny how we let our upbringing and expectations shape how we feel about something like a shirt! Really, it was about me, and I am still a well bathed hippie chick at heart and am in fact now wearing an orange top with my jeans. . . so not much has changed. My ex husband probably didn't even care about that shirt. . . that was really all the JW upbringing talking and I haven't been JW since I was fifteen. My 49th birthday is in a few days, so go figure!
For all those who think I am a repressed, oppressed Muslim-Sorry. I'm wearing jeans and a orange blouse and my hair is making me WISH I wore a headcovering, because I am having a very bad hair day (curling all over).