|By the way most of these clothes are my hubby's|
I have to admit that I don't shop very often these days, and when I do there isn't much time to devote to finding the perfect outfit. The goal of my last shopping trip was to get a dress for G's birthday party. I raced into Myer, sped around some dress racks, found a few to try on, zoomed over to the change rooms, awkwardly maneuvered my double pram into the tiny corridor and then the change room to be faced by an impossible door closed for privacy versus pram conundrum; having to lift and turn, grunt and sweat to get this achieved under the scornful gaze of the attendant. Then, straight out, baby screaming by this stage to the cash register to pay and leave. The whole thing literally took half an hour (and I even bought baby gifts as well).
Don't get me wrong, I like the dress I bought - casual, stylish, comfortable, just one problem... I didn't notice that when I lift my arms up, you can see my bra! And not just a little bit. Yikes! So, now I either have to keep my arms at my side (quite a challenge with two small kiddies to look after) or wear something underneath the dress, and it's not quite so comfortable or stylish anymore. This seems to happen to me more than I care to admit - it's not always the gaping armholes, but there will be something that causes me to dislike my new outfits. When I'm in the change room, I can like the look of something, it will be comfortable, fit well, look nice etc. Then, I get home and wear it a couple of times and suddenly the realisation dawns that actually it isn't comfortable, it doesn't fit well, and it doesn't look nice.
I had a Eureka moment this morning - I know what I need - a stylist, and maybe a personal shopper while I'm at it. Heck, what I really need is a housekeeper, chef, nanny, beautician, nutritionist, personal trainer, and social administrator. I need an entire staff... but I'd settle for a stylist today.