Yes, I've been shopping. I'm doing CPE (Clinical Pastoral Education) at Famous Giant Major Hospital, starting in three weeks. The barely acceptable parts of my current wardrobe consists of:
long, LONG skirts from my Jewish school teaching days,
long and comfy sweaters to pull on over tank tops and said skirts,
the jeans and cords that I slouch around in at seminary,
some capris that are sort of cute but hardly qualify as working wardrobe material.
elegant linen pants that reach the tops of my shoes, not a few inches above and not eight inches below (I'm 5'3"),
tops with necklines that do not require creative new undergarments for each one and/or broadcast the message that there is really only portion of my anatomy of significance,
well-cut jackets long enough to cover my rear rather than bisecting it horizontally.
What's out there?
Prints so ugly, offered in an even worse color palette, that I'm astounded the designers are still employed,
Cute little empire tops that look absolutely adorable on the Lovely Daughter who will turn 21 this summer,
stiff and uncompromising pants that do not flatter anyone shorter than 5'8" or heavier than 100 pounds,
and absolutely lovely skirts and dresses designed for all those garden parties I will be attending night after night.
In a word, virtually nothing remotely acceptable for the woman past thirty who would like to come off as reliable and competent and self-restrained; someone who feels (on occasion at least) confident and attractive with no need whatever to display her shape or her skin; someone who adores her daughter but would prefer to look like herself.
I don't see much point in venturing into any clothing departments or stores for at least another season. Maybe by fall they will be displaying something for grown-ups.
(Cross-Posted at Search the Sea.)