Three years ago, I sewed my daughter a sweet cotton blouse which was 'too boring' to be worn. She said it looked like a nurse's uniform at best. I shrugged and wrote it off as a misjudgment.
Now, three years later, she suddenly needed basic clothes to work in Africa. Sticky knits and synthetics were out. She was participating in a diving conservation project housed in a camp on Mafia Island, Tanzania, where there was no running water, much less a runway. (And no electricity, so obviously, no ironing.)
Looks like the shirt was perfect (and I kinda like that groovy African print sported by her diving friend.)