It takes a good friend to tell you, "really I think those jeans could be doing more for your butt." I had the great fortune yesterday of Metro's willingness to be my own personal Tim Gunn. She's very good. Kind but direct just like the man. Boxy sweaters were ruled out, jean selection went down 2 sizes, and I now have elongating boots with heels. Concession to my tendancy towards thick sweaters-- "there is a place to wear that--maybe a ballgame." I heard that enough times to realize Metro imagines I go to games on something like a weekly basis. She is my fashion hero. And we now having matching berets.
2 comments:
Ahh, your own personal fashionista guide! How nice.
I am smiling at your blog! Your words warm my heart. Let's keep it up!
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