I admired her tenacity and it would have been  lovely to wrap myself  in Grandma’s karma, but as long as I was conscious, I  would never draw  attention to my waist, which is really my neck. 
"I don't  think I'm a belt person," I said. Jen agreed. 
Her  eyes moved to the  floor. There were rows of shoes. My stomach lurched.  When I first moved back to  New Jersey, I fell in with a chic crowd.  The women bought Prada bags, and  shopped at Neiman Marcus for shoes. I  wanted to fit in. Yes, I was thirty-five  and should have known better  but I panicked and bought Prada. I don't know what  I was thinking. I  had just finished graduate school and was pregnant with my  second son.  My older son was in nursery school most of the day. I was supposed  to  be working on my thesis. Instead, I was shopping for shoes. I finished  my  pregnancy with nine new pairs.As it's called Nike  shox classic,  which is one of the classical style of nike lineup. Two of my  friends  moved away and two got divorced; the trips to the shoe store stopped;   eventually, I finished my thesis. But here was evidence of my profligacy  and  sloth: Several pairs of low-heeled Prada sandals, some brown suede  and black  patent leather Tod's "driving shoes," a kick-a@* pair of  high, black,  don't-mess-with-me-and-my-baby platform sandals. Jen  persuaded me to give away  everything that was covered with dust. 
Then,Air  max classic  is a high top sneaker that comes in numerous color ups. she  spotted a  pair of beige, patent-leather, high-heeled, sling back sandals. I   mumbled I had worn them the night before my older son's bar mitzvah --  18 months  ago. "Nude shoes lengthen your legs," Jen said. "They're  sexy." True, though if  your shoes are eating your feet, by the end of  the night, you're not feeling all  that sexy. I promised to wear them  when I had plans to sit down. 
Jen  asked about white jeans; I  had two pairs, and one actually fit. "I have some  khakis too..." I said  and started to pull out a pair from last spring. "Do you  want to get  rid of them?" She sounded a bit too enthusiastic. 
"No," I  said.  I knew that khakis screamed, "Suburban-Mom-Bomb-Mini-Van-Wear" but they   come in handy when you have to go somewhere other than your kitchen. I  tried  them on. Jen said I could wear them to the supermarket, which I  interpreted to  mean under cover of darkness. She liked another pair of  khakis with tapered  legs; she suggested I sew the pockets down to  "flatten and flatter."  
Then she set about fixing other problems I couldn't solve: A  white,Wearing ed hardy Shirt  is an  experience in fashion fun. Everyone will comment on your  effortlessly hip Hardy  shirt. short sleeve cardigan, which made me look  like a little girl on her way  to Communion, and a long, crocheted  Missoni-esque cardigan sweater that I had  worn on fancy occasions but  wanted to downgrade to every day. Jen jazzed up the  white cardigan by  buttoning the top two buttons and leaving the rest open, and  suggested a  loose, sleeveless cowl neck for the crocheted sweater. She thought I   could use a black,We can gurantee you that all Nike shox running  shoes,sold  at our website are with high quality. knee-length pencil skirt,  black  patterned stockings and some strappy black sandals but otherwise, didn’t   think I needed much. “You have a lot of clothes,” she said. “You don’t  need  more.” A personal shopper who doesn’t think you need to shop?  Mind-blowing.  
After 2 1/2 hours, Jen had to leave. "But we're  not done," she said, and  offered to come back in two weeks. For free. I  couldn't wait. The morning of her  arrival, I combed my hair, put on  makeup, threw on a pair of jeans and a blue  shirt with a cowl neck, and  drove my younger son to school. My friend was coming  over and we were  going to play dress up! 
Jen arrived, looking improbably   gorgeous in a three-year-old ruffled black dress from Anthropologie,  high-heeled  black boots and no jewelry. I could never resemble her in  the slightest, but at  least she had taught me how to dress like some  approximation of her.  
"Fashion is all smoke and mirrors," she  said. "Clothing can be your best  friend or your worst enemy. You can  camouflage a lot of sins."Rule number one:  Find a flattering  silhouette.Nike Air trainers began life as the Cheap nike air  max back in 1987. Rule number two: Don't stick with boring classics. Rule  number three: Know when to get rid of things." 
She  asked to see my  jewelry. I showed her the necklaces and bracelets I  had inherited from my  grandmother, plus some pendants, chains, pins and  pearls. I never wear any of  it, except to the occasional bar mitzvah.  "Your challenge is to wake up every  morning, and ask, 'What necklace  can I wear today?'" Jen said. To help me meet  that challenge, she hung  necklaces around the necklines of several shirts.  
She  demonstrated how to wear three delicate turquoise bangle bracelets   together. One was what my grandmother would have called "an important  piece."  The other two were from flee markets in Jerusalem. I never  would have put those  bracelets together but when I put them on, I felt  like some combination of India  Hicks and Kate Moss: a little bit  British gypsy by way of New Jersey. After Jen  helps "edit" your  wardrobe, her magical powers kick in, and she helps you  re-invent it.  She has a terrific, resourceful eye and creates brand new outfits,  out  of your old clothes. I had a knit, red-and-blue cotton knit shrug that I   didn’t know what to do with. Jen took a swingy, black cotton shirt,  and put it  under the shrug. Then she took an old broach and brought the  "shoulders" of the  shrug together. It worked. Go ahead and argue with  her; she’s right and you’re  wrong. (I learned this the hard way when I  showed her a pale lavender Splendid  cotton shirt I had just bought. Jen  said the color and collar were wrong; she  told me to return it.  Instead, I wore it on the first night of Passover. My  sister-in-law and  her sister looked at me with pity and said I should have  listened to  Jen.) 
When Jen leaves, you will have at least five new  outfits  and a mountain of confidence (as well as clothes to get rid of). By the   time she was done, I had filled five bags with clothes and two bags  with shoes  to give away. The effect was strangely liberating. Though I  had fewer things to  choose from, Jen had given me so much more.
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