Sartorial musings

I was having coffee with my mom and people-watching today - and making the observation that people in Singapore generally dress rather sloppily and/or wear clothes that don't flatter their bodies.

which started my mom on how in her childhood, my grandmother, who used to be a seamstress before my grandfather opened the provision shop, used to reiterate how important it was to dress well when one goes out. like even to the market, because it was about being presentable outside of the home, so she'd wear her samfus, which were always well taken care of. my mom didn't have many clothes as a child, but if she went to Chinatown with my grandmother, my grandmother would always make sure she had on a nice dress and wear shoes with socks (because according to my mom, clogs and slippers were only 'allowed' to the market and no further).

I think we've lost the sense of dressing presentably before leaving the house. Funny when you think about how much we love to shop - is it that we always stick with our old (comfortable) favourites, no matter that it no longer fits well and/or looks tatty? or is it just that we have no innate sense of style?

now THAT'S quite worrying...