I believe there are ten thousand (okay, "many") different ways to wrap a sari, and some of them are... actually, I'm not sure about skirt-style, though it seems likely. But definitely there are wraps which make them pant-like (which is weird but cool, since it's one large piece of cloth which manages to turn into two-legged but fully covering pants).

ETA: This just means that it's possible; my guess would be that that's just a coincidence, and she actually meant something sarong-like.

Sarongs can also, though, be worn covering the breasts. Or not.

I did not know that. Huh. I guess I don't write Gauguin-ish bad fic. I write badfic like those drawings of Marilyn and James Dean sitting in a diner together.

That would be bad!art, erika. :-)

One sect of Aztec priests actually did wear tanned human skins, including flayed faces pulled over their own. However, they had neither saris nor sarongs.

I dunno; I'd say there's lots sarong with that.

Oh, Betsy.

t applauds

If I tilt my head just so, I can actually hear Chico Marx saying it.

BWAH!

Michael took a prepared syringe from his biohazard-suit pocket and injected the older man in the clavicle;

Um...ow.

Next Michael inoculated Chandler and the man in gratitude explained the process of restoring Nikita’s memory as tantamount to replanting a winter garden. Of course Michael understood that the most important ingredient to this ‘horticultural’ methodology for undoing the erasure of memory would be hope and faith. Needless to say Michael was in a panic at the prospect of recuperating his beloved’s soul and immediately immersed himself in an unfamiliar state of doom after learning the troublesome approach.

t whine Why can't anything ever be EASY? Stupid horticultural Nikita. t /whine