<\/noscript><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nMany years ago when I was living in Panama, I was roommates with three girls all called Elizabeth. Elizabeth the first was a newly graduated accountant. To go to her first big job interview she borrowed my special blouse and a pair of pants. She managed to get the job and started the chain of coincidences involving these three and my special, now lucky, blouse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elizabeth the second was an exchange student from Hong Kong who was learning Spanish in Panama. Her real name was Yuh Line, but like many East Asian people living abroad adopted an English name. She ended up borrowing my lucky blouse to go to a wedding. At the wedding, she met the person who'd become her future spouse, and today they own a dental clinic together. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The third person who borrowed my blouse was the only one not named Elizabeth. Her name was Gisela and she also borrowed my blouse for a big interview. This time it was for getting a scholarship to Cornell University, which she succeeded in getting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
By now the reputation of my lucky blouse was well established, which is where the third Elizabeth comes in. Elizabeth III was the best friend of the owner of the apartment. She was an enigma to me, she did not work, nor study, but always managed to look great and well-dressed. Many times I would come home and find her dressed up all sharp and beautiful on her way out to some sort of fancy social occasion. However, she did have the annoying habit of going through my clothes and borrowing them without my permission, and this really started to cause some friction between the group. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
One particular evening I'd laid out my lucky blouse in preparation for a big job interview I had the tomorrow morning. I left the apartment for an hour or so, and upon returning I found my lucky blouse was missing. Later that night I answered the front door finding Elizabeth III bringing home and a male friend to the apartment (which was already against our rules). As I opened the door I did not see him at first, instead noticing that she was wearing my lucky blouse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Why are you wearing my blouse? I was going to wear it tomorrow for my interview.” I asked in a not-so-friendly tone. This incident happened to end my stay in the apartment, as according to Elizabeth III I'd embarrassed her in front of who she later called “the man I was going to marry”. Well, I washed the blouse that night and wore it the next day. I did end up getting the job but I had to sleep on my brother's couch until I could make other arrangements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyways, I hope this little story helps explain why I think the classic blouse pattern, Elizabeth, might bring you luck too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n