I had visions of becoming another Stacy London of What Not To Wear — without the signature silvery streak, of course, but with snappy repartee and a fast paced shopping excursion highlighting all of the essentials.
I’d help my clients build a wardrobe of neutral staples combined with pops of color, figure flattering visual interest, texture, sparkle, animal print, completer pieces, awesome shoes, and scarves to draw attention away from the hips and up to the the face.
I had an epiphany.
Sometimes things that theoretically seem like a great idea and plausible do NOT always turn out that way in the real world.
I so wish y’all could have been with me; you’d be the ghost-like apparitions following us around the shops.
Here I am at my age (just never you mind about what it is) still grabbing at parachutes, searching for a career path, a niche, a calling, a vocation.
It’s been suggested by some that I should combine my love of shopping and fashion and become a stylist to help others who don’t have my innate good taste and eye for color, texture, and style. All kidding aside, my Hello Kitty obsesh is only a teensy weensy anomaly, not representative of what’s contained in my closet(s).
You know, shopping but for others with OPM (other people’s money) and stuff like that.
I kinda have a dilettantish background for it; I worked at San Diego‘s Old Globe Theatre in the costume department, I’ve sewn my own clothes for years, read all the fash mags, and spend hours and hours and hours shopping and drooling over finely crafted designer wear. Sigh.
In fact, I had serious thoughts of starting my own clothing company. I registered the name and acquired the patterns and though it kinda never went anywhere beyond the concept stage, it’s still viable. ***If anyone wants to partner, email me.
Anyhow, here’s the backstory: I was getting my glasses adjusted last week at the same place we’ve gone to for about fifteen years. There was some convo with the owner who was asked to accompany her guitar teacher at a gig in Rancho Santa Fe (very ritzy part of San Diego) and she declined because she had nothing appropriate to wear.
One of her employees said, “Hey, you should ask Rosebud to shop with you, she’s a fashionista.”
One thing led to another and I learned that she hadn’t shopped for clothes in at least two years. TWO YEARS. Yeah, I know. Can you believe it? The poor thing. She needed me.
With a public declaration that I would be her personal stylist, our mission was to acquire a variety of clothing to wear for musical gigs in several different venues from upscale to casual.
We arranged to shop for a solid five-hour block.
Focused. Determined. Goal-oriented.
She picked me up here at Casa de Enchanted Seashells and we were off to The Forum in La Costa. I wanted her to feel the textures and colors and variety at Anthropologie, not necessarily to buy a lot of clothing there, but to arouse her senses and try on a lot of things outside her comfort zone.
Her current comfort zone seems to be heavily dependent upon beige t-shirts and beige cargo pants.
OY, the horror. I’m shvitzing just thinking about it.
If only I really were Stacy London, I would have happily tossed them in the trash can!
All my research tells me that It’s important to get to know your client and her personal taste, in order to help her to look her best. Trying on clothes is critical! Just because something looks good/bad on the hanger, you’ll never know if it works unless you try it on.
I had to force her to see beyond the initial like/dislike of something that’s just hanging on a rack.
We found a couple of JBrand skinny jeans at Anthro, along with several casual ethnic-inspired tops, and then we were off to Nordstrom Outlet in San Marcos. In addition to clothing, they have an amazing selection of footwear.
I selected two different styles of boots, two pairs of flats: one casual, one dressy, and two pairs of not-very-high heels.
She’s pretty open to trying new things and expanding her fashion choices (beyond beige, thank goodness) but she’s not a girl who wears dresses or skirts with ease.
Because she needed to portray class and elegance especially for her upscale gigs, I chose a Calvin Klein black blazer and matching tuxedo trousers as wardrobe staples.
I paired several blouses with the blazer/trousers, including a beautiful turquoise, green, blue swirly graphic design with a self-tie for visual interest, and an appropriate silk animal print.
Unfortunately, we were in such a time crunching whirlwind, I wasn’t able to take pics of the outfits.
What I learned about myself is that I’m REALLY good at this personal stylist stuff; I’m always helping everyone in dressing rooms who need advice — I’m not shy about offering my opinions, THAT’S for sure…
I’ll let you in on a little secret…
I HATE SHOPPING WHEN IT’S NOT FOR ME.
Hate it. HATE IT.
This little Princess wants it all to be about her. Yes, I’m speaking in third person — it’s what I DO when I’m trying to really get my point across.
My arms are crossed and I’m stamping my little foot and yes, my lower lip is jutting out just like you thought it would be.
PRINCESS WAS SAD.
As I (back to first person) was perusing the racks for appropriate clothing to dress my client, my gaze wandered longingly to shoes and dresses and sparkly things that I wanted to caress and lovingly scoop up in my arms and run off to the dressing rooms…but this was not like going shopping with a friend where you each try on outfits and then come together for independent reviews of yea or nay.
I was being paid to SERVE someone else’s needs.
ME NO LIKE.
NO CAN DO.
Obviously NOT my dream job.
I was a very sad Princess Rosebud. I guess it’s not in the stars for me to be a personal stylist.
Yes, it was a success for HER but I came away empty-handed and depressed.
This is not me; the suit is being tailored for my short arms and legs.
Guess what I did?
I bet it’s not too difficult to figure me out.
I went back to Nord a couple of days later and tried on clothes and shoes to my heart’s content.
I came away with an awesome black Calvin Klein blazer and matching pencil skirt (to replace an outfit I had previously returned to White House Black Market.)
And you know what?
NOW I’m happy.
And PRINCESS is happy, too
P.S. Anyone want to go shopping with me?