My Love of Dusters
by Nikki Willhite
The last thing I thought I would ever become addicted to is dusters. Youíve seen
them. The modern duster looks like a long sweater. Dusters are sometimes called long cardigans.
I donít shop a lot, so I am slow to come around to most new fashion styles. I
first noticed women wearing dusters in Church. I wasnít impressed. They seemed
cumbersome. However, I could see that they would help disguise a few figure
problems. So that is how I viewed the new sweaters. Dusters were for women
trying to disguise large hips, and I wanted nothing to do with them.
As time went on I noticed more and more women wearing them. In time my first
impression softened, and I started noticing a little bit of elegance in the
fabric flowing softly behind the women walking into Church.
Then came the day I was introduced to dusters. I had one literally fall at my
feet, three times. Dusters have very little structure, so they donít stay well
on hangers. I was looking at a rack of clothing on sale when it happened. I saw
the unruly looking garment on the hanger, pushed it aside, and as I moved to the
next item the garment fell at my feet.
With annoyance I reached down to pick it up and try to secure it to the hanger.
I placed it back on the hanger and on the rack. After a few seconds, the duster
fell again. I repeated the procedure another time and was met with the same
result. Finally, in exasperation, I just looped it over my arm and decided to
take it into the dressing room. Anything was better than having to bend down
After I closed the door to the fitting room I began by trying on the puddle of
fabric called a duster. When I turned and looked in the mirror I was shocked by
my reaction. I liked it. More to the point, it felt so good. It is chilly in
Seattle, almost year round, and the duster felt like it was keeping more of my
body warm. It was comfortable and it was modest. What was not to like? I was in
I took that duster, which cost under $3.00 home, and you couldnít get me out of
it. I wore it during the day, and I used it as a bathrobe in the evening.
Eventually I started expanding my duster wardrobe to different colors, pattern
I had dusters for around the house, and I had dusters for Church. The original
duster became my permanent robe.
To this day I feel like my clothing is giving me a big hug when I wear a duster.
I feel empty when I donít wear one. The moral from this story is to be open to
new clothing design.
Do not automatically rule out new items without first giving them a try. I may
not have been the first person to wear a duster, but I will probably be the
About the Author: Nikki Willhite,
mother of 3 and an interior design graduate, has been writing and publishing
articles on the topic of
frugal living for over a
decade. Visit her at
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