I love shopping and I’m good at it; or so I thought. But after four years out of London where I wore one outfit that worked day through to night I’d realised things had changed. I persevered but failed miserably, I’d lost my way. Time to address this, but it wasn’t just this, it was a THIS. Something so personal. Oh and in true Bridget fashion I was always going to be 10 lbs lighter!
However I took the plunge, I’d seen the reviews so it was time to get Mrs B in to scrutinise the wardrobe. F&F, clothes I loved, clothes I regretted buying, clothes I’d had for years. I was secretly ashamed to throw open the creaky wardrobe doors. However talk about Lion and The witch and the Wardrobe we had a ball. I was reunited with old friends, some foes, some howlers but I loved every minute. The result, I’d judged harshly there was still life in the wardrobe, it just needed an eye to curate the motley crew. I hadn’t connected how to put things together, relate to my current lifestyle or learnt how to mind the gap. But a few photographs taken here and there I was well aware of where the gaps were, what worked and what suited. Now I had photo evidence.
The wardrobe consultation was such a revelation I was intrigued to see the outcome of a personal shopping experience.
I LOVED every minute. Proper shops, like a full range not just two or three items (I told you I’m country,) own dressing room with my rail of pre-selected clothes by Mrs B (plus my own as I wondered round the shop, she couldn’t have it all her own way!) We went great guns she chose well. But this her job. Mrs B see ladies of all shapes sizes and ages so don’t ever feel shy. Talk about my draws being up and down, sorry I meant trousers, we tried on so many clothes and there was a schedule to adhere too. We went mad then after three hours we stopped for a twenty five minute lunch, just long enough to eat and for Mrs B to rattle off the to do list.
So how do I conclude? I loved the makeover at the end of the day, and I loved the photo album that bought everything together, which I constantly refer to. I loved feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman (a bit tiring carrying all the bags!) But the universal way to sum up, there’s only Bridget’s way right: Time taken to get ready to go out; halved. Weight lost 0lb, but everyone thinks I have as I now have properly fitting clothes. How do I feel? Gutted I have to wait until Spring\Summer before I can do it all over again. Did I tell you I love to shop…. But I’ve realised maybe I’m just not that good on my own everyone needs a helping hand (read trained eye!) Oh and ££££’s saved in clothes I won’t wear….huge!