Stir one teaspoon powdered ginger and two teaspoons honey into a mug of warm milk. Taste; decide it needs more honey and add some. You will not decide it needs more ginger.

Cool; you posted the recipe before I could ask. *g*

Oh, tra la, I think I shall just not-wear perfectly good clothes that will look lovely on me, because there are just far too many perfectly good clothes looking lovely on me in this world, tra la!

If all one ever voluntarily wears is jeans and t-shirts, it's possible to go decades at a time unaware of many things that turn out to look good on one.

And some people have weird preconceptions about what does and does not look good -- often based on a determination to dress the body they wish they had, as opposed to the body they do have.

Boy, howdy, is *that* ever true.

I'm rather surprised at the "Britain's dearest ally" thing, but I guess it's not that surprising that Oslo didn't have an English-language history until 1955.

They are apparently constantly telling people to try things on in styles they don't usually wear. I do this. You know what happens? They don't fit. You know why I don't wear those styles? They don't fit! (Or else they look terrible on me.)

But... but... how can you support the fashion industry properly if you are not buying clothes in dozens of different styles? Preferably expensive ones?

(I don't generally do a good job at supporting the fashion industry myself. Or any industries other than the publishing, gaming, and restaurant industries, really.)

I was deeply amused, when Elise and I went looking for the amazing interview dress, by that.

She (and the excellent assistant) would bring me things to try on. And because I like the process of clothing experimentation (in small controlled doses, and this was one of those times), I would do so.

And a fair number of times, Elise got that look on her face, and said "Oh, yes, I see why you don't choose that." To which I would grin, and then go onto the next thing. (The other category were things that did, in fact, look good on me, but that I would feel entirely uncomfortable wearing for any lengthy of time for varying reasons. I'd much rather go for the 'looks great on me, appropriate to the setting *and* comfy')

Yah, I tell people, "When I go shopping with people, I am their Barbie doll for the duration."

That doesn't mean I will buy what they bring me to put on. It means I will put it on.

It often means lots of enlightenment for new shopping companions, and it also means that I choose my shopping companions very carefully, because the wrong kind of glee with the Mris As Barbie Experience is really Not Done.

But my mom and I are pretty optimal shopping companions by now, because we are veterans of the school of Just Try It, and yet we also have fairly clear expectations of what will probably not work very well, so we aren't surprised when something in a lovely color but an iffy cut turns out to be the wrong cut etc. (Also even a very clueful shopping companion of a body type other than one's own is not always very good at spotting problematic cuts for one's body type, whereas small differences in size are not always important that way. So Mom and I work well on that front. And back.)

The first stage of shopping for a wedding dress was like this. My mother and my sister and I went to David's Bridal, and I tried on one of pretty much every basic style. To my completely lack of surprise, the fishtail dress might as well have come with a sign saying WIDE LOAD stuck on the ass; I do not have enough curviness to me to make that particular curve look right. But I was at least willing to try, on the off chance my assumptions were wrong.

Assistants in clothes shops...laugh at you? In places that are not Canada?

I mean, in California the bra ladies sneered at me like I was asking for something horrible and dirty when I asked for my size, so I left and never went back to that shop.

But laughed at? Uff da, what a thing. That is not what we do.

I'm carefully avoiding recommending specific shops, because I don't know what you've tried and what you haven't, so that feels like it would condescending.

But I also frequently have the same problem with waists you do, and I have found a few places in the Cities that accomodate such figures. If, you know, you want a recommendation. Just saying.

Thank you for not springing immediately into helpiness mode!

But in this case, since you've asked, I think going, "Yep, tried that, tried that, with you there, yep!" would feel companionable rather than condescended-to even if I know the whole list, and if I don't, so much the better, so hit me with it.

I wonder if this might be an extension of your superpower of knowing what fads look ridiculous even before they go out of style?

Pardon my digression, but "latte" is "milk." If you tried to order a latte in Italy and they didn't just laugh at you, you'd get a cup of hot milk. It is the hot milk that is the defining characteristic of any kind of latte, not coffee, so your honey-ginger latte is linguistically kosher. (Might even be dietarily kosher as well.)