Mimi upgrades her travel clothes
I shopped with Mimi, a longtime friend visiting from Los Angeles. (Mimi is a pseudonym.) She is the most widely-travelled person I've ever known; we met in 1975 on a tour bus in London and ended up in a wine bar that evening, and since then, visit back and forth. She brought a shopping list for an upcoming winter tour of South America, five weeks by plane and bus—Mimi is in nearly non-stop motion, and because she is a recent widow, likes the ease of guided tours. She is a size 2ish petite, and has only one banned item: anything in navy-and-white stripes, which she said "Every single American woman on my last tour (Japan) had. I'm not wearing mine anymore!" Her usual source is Land's End, mainly for the convenience. She said, "The clothes fit, but they're boring." After flitting through two department stores, we settled in with spritzes and wondered, Why are clothes so generic now? The obvious reason is that soporific trousers (or tops, or coats) sel
