A Facebook Fashion Epiphany.
My boyfriend and I got in to a bit of a heated debate over a jumper I purchased from COS a couple of weeks ago. He was gently suggesting that it was too big and I was throwing the “don’t tell the stylist how to dress” card in his face. I wore the jumper during a weekend in the country and after reviewing the accompanied photo album on Facebook, was confronted by pictures of me looking like a a brick shithouse . Or Michelin Man, I couldn’t quite decide. The jumper was glaringly too big which in turn made me look, well… big. I’m essentially a stylist who doesn’t know her own size from time-to-time.
I suppose I should be pleased my size issues are this way round as opposed to the ocean of women you see on a Saturday night out in Leicester Square wearing sequin hot pants with their thighs protruding out like overcooked vienna sausages. Where do these girls find the balls to go out dressed like that?
Either way, the lesson learned is that no matter how I always presume I know best, sometimes (but only sometimes) a man’s opinion is extremely valid.