Hi, my name is Elsa Clay and I studied at an all-girls Catholic high school .And here are some answers to the questions about my school. First, yes, we wear uniforms what consist of button-down blue or white blouses or polo shirts and a pleated blue and green plaid skirt. At our school we do not wear a miniskirt teamed with thigh-high socks, pink lipstick and a bare midriff. But we do have casual days when we can dress down at least once a month. Sometimes some of us are barley recognizable without uniform. Second, no boys in our school, and it's a relief not having to deal with the distractions during class time. There are two all-boys school in neighborhood and they hold open dances that are great for checking out prospective prom dates. Third, girls sports are extremely popular in our school. When our school plays another at basketball,
Here people were first to adopt fashionable elements, like breeches and coat suit for men, vertically striped skirts for women, and the indigo colour of fabric. Following the fashion of caps among people of higher social standing, which was also quite common in Estonian towns, the peasant women in the vicinity of Tallinn started to wear pot-caps in the second half of the 18th century. The most characteristic feature of Northern Estonian folk costumes was a short loose long- sleeved midriff blouse over a sleeveless shirt. Northern Estonian maidens adorned their heads with chaplets. These were bands made either from cardboard or wood shavings, covered with coloured silk or woollen cloth and decorated with spangles and tinsel. The girls wore multicoloured silk ribbons at the nape. West Estonia This region shows similar features to the north and south. Sleeves were worn only on Kihnu island, in other areas white shirts were covered by jackets and waistcoats,
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