@oristarA,
(4) No new clothes for me to change
into today, I picked out [a] bell-bottoms with
a strong Chinese style. One side of the trousers was embroidered with a golden-threaded phoenix. I wore a black short coat
over [outside] a chiffon short sleeved shirt frilled with lotus.
Unexpectedly, the outfit proved worse than that of the previous day. More people stared at me. Every foreigner who passed by me looked at me with strange light. A Chinese man stared at me all the way. I almost [went] broke[n] down.
Am I so peculiar compared to the surrounding American people who wore the same sporting clothes: jeans and jackets? I have been a hick in China for three decades, how can I become a peculiarly fashionable spokeswoman of this international metropolis? Isn't there fashion weeks in New York? Isn't America tolerable? Why has it become so special for me?