Lovely reader Jenni (from Helsinki!) sent this question via e-mail:
I’m thinking about a subject, which I think you haven’t covered yet (or at least I don’t remember): how to wear coats with skirts and dresses and especially how different hem lengths and silhouettes work together. The climate here in Helsinki must be pretty similar to what you have there in MN, which means winters are COLD. Therefore it would be great to read more about coat lengths compared to skirt lengths. Example from my life: I was wearing a lovely felt A-line skirt, that hit below the knees, then realized all my trench coats were considerably shorter and my nice outfit was totally ruined after I added a coat. I had go out and couldn’t change the skirt but I ended up feeling stupid the whole day… As the winter is approaching it would be great to hear your thoughts and how you’ve solved these kinds of problems.
Originally posted 2011-12-05 06:08:38.
No style expert worth her salt will openly condone wearing clothes that don’t fit. But THIS style expert knows that weight fluctuates, hand-me-downs happen, and occasionally a bargain lands in your lap that is so bargainous you’re willing to overlook slightly imperfect fit. (Emphasis on the slightly, I hope.) The occasional too-sheer blouse will find its way into your closet, too, as will the occasional shrunk-in-the-wash garment. So here are a few work-arounds I use when facing down challenging clothes:
Originally posted 2011-08-08 06:21:09.
Before I became interested in dressing and style, I avoided thinking about my body. At all costs. I didn’t look in the mirror if I didn’t have to, didn’t focus much energy or attention on how my outfits interacted with my figure, and did my utmost to think about anything besides my own physicality. Because of this choice, the information I was given about my body came almost exclusively from external sources. And none of it was good news: I was chubby, disproportionate, my breasts were too small and my hips were too big, my arms were flabby and so was my stomach. Virtually all of this information was comparative: I was flabby compared to Gwyneth Paltrow, my breasts were too small compared to Victoria’s Secret models … you know the drill. I studiously ignored my body, hoping its perceived inadequacies would diminish if I pretended I was a brain in a jar. And yet this comparative information still crept in and made me feel inadequate.
Originally posted 2013-09-16 06:02:50.