I have an embarrassing secret to share today. I was inspired by this post by Audrey at Sangria Lover, and the story I left in her comments. Are you ready for this? Here goes:
I am horrible at dressing myself.
OK, not the actual act of dressing myself, but picking out clothes that look good on me. I am absolutely horrible at it. I also tend to pick out what Aaron calls the "suburban mom wardrobe". I do live in the suburbs, but I'm not a mom, nor do I want to dress like a stereotypical mom, but apparently I do.
I regularly get compliments on my outfits. Whenever this happens, I'm wearing something Aaron or my sister picked out for me. Seriously. There's the lilac colored suit that everyone loves (Aaron picked it out), the green shirt I'm wearing today (Aaron again), the blue short-sleeved blouse (my sister), my khaki gauchos (sister again), et cetera, et cetera, and et cetera again.
So, the last time I went shopping I picked out things that I thought Aaron would pick for me. He was with me, and of the 4 things I bought, 3 were things he picked out. That fourth thing though? I picked it out. It's a blue jersey empire-waist knee-length dress with half-sleeves. I love it.
When, when I wore it last week, I got compliments all day. I may finally be getting better at this.
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3 comments:
I think we're all going to need to see pictures of this dress.
I sometimes feel the same way. I just stick with the safe stuff -- jeans/capris and solid-colored tee's and tanks. If I vary too far from that I risk wearing something completely stupid. And unfortunately my husband isn't any better at picking out clothes than I am!
see? he's rubbing off on you! ;)
Oh my goodness...I love this.
I can't dress myself very well either. I've been watching a lot of "What Not to Wear" lately. It's helping. I think.
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