Recently I got an email from our local shopping centre inviting me to enter a competition to win some time with a personal stylist.
So I did and I did. Last Monday saw me head off for the appointment. I was very nervous. What do you wear to an appointment with a personal stylist? Trackies and ugh-boots so they have a ‘blank canvas’ to work with? The green cardigan I bought from Colarado 12 years ago that I still wear today?
Perhaps not. I went for the layer cake look. Leggings, top, tunic and cardigan over the tunic. Essentially I was black, beige and various shades of grey.
The first 30 – 40 minutes were spent on a bit of a sales pitch – the other services they provide and then down to what kind of style personality was I? I wasn’t aware my style had a personality but it turns out I’m Classic with a sub-style of Natural. So there.
We also discussed which parts of my body I liked and dis-liked. The dis-like column was fairly long but Ashleigh (my personal stylist – cue nervous laugh from me) didn’t seem phased.
Ashleigh then took me through what fashion basics I should have in my wardrobe. Am I stuck in a black and white rut? Am I ever. I defended this by saying it was economical. All my stuff would always go together. Ashleigh suggested I branch out and try some other colours with black. Hmmm. That seemed rather radical.
We put together a shopping list. DB would have had a whole litter of kittens had he seen THAT list. A suit, the classic white shirt, a couple of different coloured shirts, black skirt – that was just the ‘for work’ list. On the recreational list were 2 long cardigans, plain tops, a trench coat and a dress.
Armed with the shopping list we hit the shops. We don’t have many boutiques at our local. We don’t have any big ones like Myer or DJs. That was probably a good thing. The boutiques we do have are, hmmm, for the budget conscious.
In the first shop, Crossroads, I found a long cardigan that fit nicely (not black, not frumpy – instantly a winner), a bright coloured top to go with it and a black skirt for work. Even better they had a great deal where the cardigan was full price but the other two items were 50% off.
It was in Crossroads that another customer in the store asked Ashleigh if they had an item in her size. “Oh, I don’t work here, I’m this lady’s personal stylist”. I giggled like a little girl.
Then we hit Rockmans and I walked out with a suit for work, a couple of tops (not black!) and a chunky necklace that Ashleigh had used to demonstrate how it drew the eye away from the bits we don’t want people to notice (the jiggly bits in the middle).
Crossroads and Rockmans are two shops that I normally walk in to and then out of fairly quickly, I struggle to sort the wheat from the chaff. I was pleasantly surprised to find more than one thing in them both that I liked and the time with Ashleigh has helped me to narrow down what to look for.
At the end of the 2 hours, I’d had fun. That shopping adventure was about no-one else but me. DB almost had one or two kittens about what I bought home but I can justify it. I won’t need to buy winter clothes for work for years (because I’m a Classic and the basics just don’t go out of fashion); I’ve learnt how to use some of the stuff I already have in my wardrobe more efficiently – putting together colours I wouldn’t have tried before; and it’s my birthday in a couple of months and I’ve simply saved him of going to the trouble of finding me something I’d like.
Disclosure: I wasn’t paid or in anyway provided with incentives to write this post. All thoughts and opinions expressed here are my own.
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