Two things before you read this post: first, I don’t normally write about clothing, but the love of fashion is actually a pretty significant part of my personal story, so if this post catches you off guard, bare with me. Second, the images of me in this post are poor quality. I’m sorry. It is almost impossible to take decent photos of yourself in a dirty mirror. Forgive my laziness for not dragging out the REAL camera and tripod. I hope we can still be friends.
In high School, the inside of my closet was wallpapered with pages torn from between the covers of Mademoiselle, Vogue, Marie Claire, Elle and Glamour Magazines. When I met the boy who would become my husband, I was taking a fashion merchandising class. New York was in my sights. I wanted to go to Parsons’s School For Design.
However, this was not to be. I never even applied to Parsons and I’ve only briefly driven into New York–to a junk yard–to collect a used transmission off of a decaying BMW.
Rather than a design degree, I hold a B.A. in Humanities, with a special focus in literature, religion and anthropology.
*Yawn* I almost fell asleep typing that.
I’m kidding, a little–I loved the research and discussion that I enjoyed while earning my degree. But let’s be honest, it doesn’t sound as exciting as Fashion Designer.
The point is, while I loved (LOVE) fashion, God had other plans for me, and in a wild twist of providence, I followed His leading to a small, private, fundamental Christian college where young women wore all variety of figure-hiding jumper dresses, hitting tragically at mid-calf. Nothing above the knee was permitted and my neon-blue fish-net stockings nearly served as my expulsion from said school. Oh the irony.
For one very long semester I attended a school where caring about fashion was considered a grievous sin, and strict boundary lines were drawn regarding appropriate attire. (A bit of this story will be published in the forthcoming book,
Soul Bare yet to be titled, from Civitas Press–stay tuned).
Fast forward many years, and a handful of children, a new-fangled body thanks to growing and nursing these four little people, and my love of words overtook my love of fashion. Clothes shopping became a whole new level of challenging as my own body has been a great number of sizes over the last 13 years. I knew a long time ago, fashion would not be my industry. I’m at peace with that. But, I am still me, and I still love clothes. A lot.
However, clothes shopping with 4 kids in tow? Not so much. I recall the day my middle son (he was 2 at the time) looked at me in the dressing room and said, “Mommy, your legs are BIG“. Have mercy.
A New Way to shop
Meet Stitch Fix. Stitch Fix is like having a personal shopper, and delivery service all rolled into one. It’s so ridiculously easy (and fun) to use. And you can try clothes on in the privacy of your own home. Behind locked doors. Away from your kids
critical brutally honest observations. Hallelujah.
Here’s how simple it is to try Stitch Fix out:
- Create an account
- Complete your style profile (be honest, this is really important)
- Schedule your fix
- Wait for your fix to arrive
- Try everything on–you’ll get 5 items (even the things you may think are not right for you)
- Pick what you want to keep
- Complete your order online
- Send back the items you don’t want ( They provide the bag and FREE return shipping!)
I’ve tried Stitch Fix twice now and have been very happy with the quality and variety of items received. After my first fix, I went back into my style profile to tweak it a bit, and my second fix was even better than my first. Another bonus, you can schedule a fix whenever you want–no long term commitments of contracts! (Please read the FAQ section on their site so that you fully understand how the process works)
Wait a minute…One More Resource
Now, real quick, before you go fill out that style profile, my friend, Trina Holden, has just released a book, Embracing Beauty, which deals specifically with the challenges of dressing the ever changing figure of women in their child-bearing years. Trina speaks truth and grace to women of all shapes and sizes. Whatever season you’re in, Trina offers helpful and encouraging insight into embracing your personal style, and all to the glory of God. Her humor and candor make this book an enjoyable, must-read for all women. PS: After reading this book I went straight to the thrift store in search of a good tunic. Sadly, I struck out. What on earth am I talking about? Read the book.
And an added bonus, Lisa-Jo wrote the forward. I know, right? Amazing.
I read Trina’s book in one evening and really truly loved it.
*This post contains affiliate links. I received a free copy of this book for the purpose of my review. I loved it.