Category Archives: Fashion After 50

Made in the USA

In just a few days, American athletes will compete in the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. It appears that, despite all the fuss made about their uniforms,Team USA will be properly  dressed, wearing coordinating outfits made in China.

What? Team USA wearing uniforms made in China? For shame!

This created such a hubbub that Senator Robert Menendez of New Jersey authored a bill requiring future Olympic parade uniforms to be made in the USA. The bill was introduced in Congress  last week. (I guess the  U.S. senators had nothing more urgent to do.)

I think everyone over-reacted, but then what do I know? I don’t care where my clothes are made. I rarely buy new ones, preferring instead to buy used clothing from the thrift shop.

However, news commentators, before they were distracted by Tom and Katie’s divorce and Honey Boo Boo’s new reality show, railed on about the “China syndrome” for days. One female commentator was particularly outraged. She adamantly declared the uniforms should have been made by Levi’s.

Levi’s? Seriously? Girl, that train left the station years ago.

In 1999, Levi Strauss closed one-half of their U.S.  factories. By 2005, almost all (if not all…I’m not absolutely positive about that, so don’t quote me) were closed here. The Levi’s factory in my hometown was one of the first to go.

I seriously doubted that anything made by Levi’s would be made in the USA. Even Olympic uniforms. I was sure I was right.

But then again, maybe the commentator knew something I didn’t.  I decided to do a little research and see who was right.

I obviously have too much free time.

After expending way too much effort to research this question that only I was asking, I got my answer.

We were both right. And we were both wrong.

The research started in my own closet when I pulled my Levi’s off the hanger and looked at the tag. Just what I suspected: made in Cambodia.

Then I went to Wal-Mart and inspected all the Levi’s there. Ladies Levi’s Signature jeans: hecho in Mexico and China and Lesotho and Pakistan. Clearance price: $13.00. The jeans for men:  hecho in Mexico and Bangladesh. Every day price: $19.92.

Next, I went to Dillard’s department store and looked at ladies Levi’s. The store carried more styles than Wal-Mart and included Bermuda shorts and capris.

But none of the Levi’s brand garments, no matter the style, were made in the USA.

Pakistan…China…Egypt…Vietnam? Yes.

USA? No.

The prices varied from $39.99 to $54.00. The  jeans were more expensive here than at Wal-Mart, but still not made in the USA.

Maybe there were some Levi’s in the Dillard’s men’s department that were made in the USA, but I’ll never know. I needed a cookie and some lemonade, so I ended my research and went home.

Once home, I looked at the Levi’s website, but couldn’t find the information I wanted. I’m not saying it wasn’t there…I just couldn’t find it.

So I called the customer service department and asked if any Levi’s styles were still made in the USA. The nice young woman who answered my call didn’t know for sure, but she asked someone else.

Sure enough, she said, some Levi’s are still manufactured here…in California to be specific…using denim from a North Carolina textile mill.

However, the jeans are not manufactured in an actual Levi’s factory where only Levi’s are made. They are produced in a factory owned by AGS USA LLC, whose clients include Wrangler, JCrew, Nordstrom, Helmut Lang and other clothing lines.

So, technically, the TV commentator and I were both correct.

Should the Olympic Committee follow the commentator’s advice and award the project to Levi Strauss, the USA Olympic uniforms could be made in the USA and carry the Levi’s made in the USA label.

But they would not be made in a factory actually owned by Levi Strauss.

Feeling a bit smug since I had proven my point (to no one but myself, mind you) I explored the website again and found the made in the USA jeans.

The price? Significantly more expensive than the jeans made in China and elsewhere.

They start at $178.00. At some point, those jeans will probably go on clearance and be much more affordable. Everything goes on sale eventually. Maybe I should check back later.

Not that I need a pair of jeans…I already have a pair…made in Cambodia.

I wonder…will average jeans shoppers  buy a pair of $13.00 Levi’s even though they’re made in China?

Or will shoppers be patriotic and pay $178.00 for Levi’s  made in the USA?

Will Senator Menendez and the rest of the U.S. Congress be angry if my fellow Americans and I choose the cheap jeans?

I’m just going to  wait until someone donates a pair of the made in the USA jeans to the thrift store.

Then I’ll buy them for $2.00…the every day price for pants where I shop. (The clearance price is $.25 or stuff-a- bag for $3.00)

That way I can appear to be patriotic and still make my car payment.

 

Give Me a White Flag…How to Look Young Over 50

I surrender. I give up. I’m waving my white flag.

I just finished reading another article on looking young over 50

Another article that showed haircuts guaranteed to take 10 years …maybe even 20… off my appearance.

Another article where the subjects have a new haircut, but  also had a make-up re-do, had their clothing colors and styles changed, had their hair color changed and had a professional photographer take their pictures.

Sure they look young over 50. They’ve practically been airbrushed into oblivion.

Oh, yes…I might add…their AFTER  photographs were also Photo Shopped. Suddenly their faces are smooth. Their AFTER photos are remarkably free of facial flaws.

  • No under eye bags.
  • No dark circles.
  • No deep forehead wrinkles.
  • No deep smile lines at the corners of the mouth.

There’s no haircut in the whole frickin’ world that can change that.

Now I’m a little angry. But I’m not angry because my hairstyle doesn’t make me look young over 50.

I’m angry at myself.

I’m angry because I wasted my precious time reading that stupid article.

I’m angry because I still delude myself into thinking that I can reverse what time has given me, that I think I can regain my youth with a hairstyle. Believe me… for me to look young over 50 is going to take more than a change in my hairstyle!

I’m not angry that I look my age. I’m angry that I waste my time caring about it.

I agree that first impressions are important. I understand that we are initially judged by our looks.

But frankly, I’m tired of caring about it.

I believe there are better ways to spend my precious, limited time here on this Earth.

Give me a minute, I’ll come up with something.

I’m pretty sure that I don’t have to be an unwrinkled, Photo Shopped, youthful looking person to serve food at our local homeless shelter.

I doubt I’d have to wear color coordinated clothing that “takes 10 Lbs. off” to hammer nails at a Habitat for Humanity building site.

I’m positive I won’t be judged by my appearance should I volunteer at our hospice center.  I think my help would be welcomed if I could distribute coffee, juice and comfort to the families who have relatives there, even if I don’t look young over 50.

I should stop wasting my time by caring about looking younger than I am and spend my energy on just simply caring.

I can’t regain my youth, but by God, I can reclaim my integrity.

I surrender. I give up. I look my age and I don’t care.  I’ve got more important things to do than worry about looking young over 50.

A Holey Day of Obligation

On New Year’s Day I stepped out of the shower, put on my big old terrycloth robe and went in search of clean underwear. I had to work that day…of course, because retail NEVER stops…so I had to get dressed for work.

I dug through my underwear drawer. And what I found surprised me.

In addition to my MasterCard, which I had hidden from myself during the holidays, was my pile of white cotton Granny Panties. I picked up the first pair….it had a big hole in it.

I threw it on the floor.

Second pair. Holey. Destination: the floor.

Third pair. Another hole. Same destination.

And well, that’s as far as I got because that’s all the clean panties I had in my drawer.

What the heck? Had I actually been wearing holey panties and been unaware of it? Why hadn’t I noticed all those holes?

One should never be so unaware of her underwear.

Clearly I had to reconsider my priorities.

I picked a pair from the floor and wore the holey things under my quasi-uniform, determined to make changes in my life. I felt so ashamed…..

So, after work, I stopped at Wal-Mart, the Granny Panty Capitol of the World open 24/7, and bought a whole new package of underwear (6 pairs for $6.99 and bonus pair free). Full briefs, but colored this time. No more white ones. Two pair even have polka dots.

Call me wild and crazy.

When I got home, I threw the old, holey panties in the trash and put the new ones in the drawer.

Out with the old. In with the new. As simple as that. Life changes.

If you haven’t checked your underwear drawer and panties in awhile, I recommend that you do.

No holes.

In the name of all that is holey, always check your drawers.