Katie Daily Style – Miss Balcony

• Denim dress – thrifted
• Red tank top – Target
• Floral skirt – thrifted
• Red belt – thrifted
• Mathematics badge – thrifted
• Silver circle necklace – local boutique
• Red shoes – Hush Puppies

Did anyone else catch the Miss Universe Pagent last night (don’t judge; I get 3 channels)? And, if so, did you feel rather, oh, I don’t know, blah in your clothes today? Those women really raised the bar with their national costumes, and I’m worried we’re not living up to the challenge. I mean, I’m not wearing wheat.

Miss Ukraine

Nor did I deck myself out in Ugg boots, a monokini and sheepskin bolero (well, not until fall, anyway).

Miss Australia

I did come this close to wearing a waterfall on one arm, but you know how it goes. You put a waterfall on one arm, next thing you know the other arm is jealous and you have to give it a tidal pool. Then the first arm gets upset that the second got invertebrates and the next thing you know, it’s Atlantic vs. Pacific and you, my friend, are Cape Horn.

Miss Puerto Rico

So, in the end, I went with the denim shirt dress. However, I’m not disappointed. This is one awesome dress and the layering possibilities are endless. Or, at least 6, which is how many I’ve come up with so far.

You know what else did not disappoint me? This.

Miss Panama 2009

But, really, does that surprise anyone?

P.S. Is anyone else disappointed that Miss Alpha Centauri never seems to win Miss Universe?

P.P.S. What would your national/regional/state/province/backyard costume be? I’ve lived a lot of places but the one constant? Mosquitoes.

P.P.P.S. Okay, one more. Yes, it’s from 2009, but it’s so worth it!

Miss Netherlands - Have Windmill, Will Travel

A “Modest” Proposal

I own 26 tank tops – I just counted. They’ve commandeered two drawers in my dresser, and I suspect they’re plotting a coup to take over the socks.

Now, I believe there any many things in the world that one can never have too much of: jars of Nutella in the pantry, copies of Dorothy Parker’s poetry (always have one with you – trust me), and friends who’ll have Abba roller disco parties with you. But tank tops? You might argue that 26 is on the excessive side (and if you don’t, let’s hold your intervention first. It’s alright, I’ll wait my turn). But I have a good reason for all the tank tops: the “girls.” Tank tops are my “modesty pieces,” the articles of clothing that let me wear comfortably the v-neck and scoop-neck shirts that flatter my figure the most.* In A Return to Modesty, Wendy Shalit describes the modesty pieces of the eighteenth century:

A good example of the playfulness modesty encourages is the existence of the “modesty piece,” often worn with a tucker and covering the “pit of the bosom” in mid-eighteenth-century women’s dress. If the concern were mere prudery, then dresses of the period would have been simply high-cut. Instead, women wore gowns with a low decolletage and then inserted a modesty piece. But low decolletage and a modest piece would seem to cancel each other out – unless, perhaps, the modesty piece was removed later in the evening? The imagination is certainly compelled. Did they play games to see who could last the longest with her modesty piece in place? No, that couldn’t be. Nobody had any fun until the 1960s – or so we have been told, anyway. – Wendy Shalit, A Return to Modesty, pg 174

Can you spot the modesty piece? That one’s named Emily. When you have 26, they’ve basically become family.

Now I don’t wear my modesty pieces as part of a game, as Shalit implies might have happened in the past – I wear them so I can function in day-to-day life without being inappropriately dressed for work, feeling that I’m compromising my own personal sense of modesty, or giving just anyone a free show. In the winter wearing tank tops works wonderfully – everything is covered and I have an extra layer of warmth. But come spring and summer? The shirts get skimpier and some sort of cleavage-barrier is a must. But the extra layers can just get too hot, and tank tops that bunch and roll can be very obvious. Have you ever tried to pull down the bottom of a tank top under a maxi dress? Getting arrested for indecent exposure for flashing your knickers sort of defeats all the effort at covering the top, doesn’t it?

Enter Second Base.

Second Base “Sarah”

These cropped camis are marketed as being:

• Light enough for comfort, but opaque enough to cover your cleavage and your bra
• Won’t roll up
• No snaps, hooks, velcro, or tape

They come in four styles and multiple colors, and I’m intrigued. This might be just the thing for this summer…

Does anyone else have the same problem? What have you found that works? Has anyone tried Second Base?

*Has anyone else noticed the conundrum that the shirts that best cover large chests (e.g. crew necks) are the ones that look the worst on that body type? Put me in a crew neck and I look like the prow of a ship.