I may not be a fashionista, but I sure like my fashion. Especially since I've just upgraded from a small shared closet to a huge freestanding IKEA PAX wardrobe to myself. Our new bedroom didn't come with the giant closets that have become standard in recent years, and upon first hanging M's suits and shirts and realizing that these alone required the three-quarters of the only one we have, I decided the time had come to make the move and branch out.
Ladies, it is so beautiful that I want to cry. I have space for everything, and it's organized, and it's mine. My clothes used to be everywhere before: some hanged and very squished, some on two narrow closet shelves and very squished, some in a dresser and very squished, and finally some in boxes under the bed and very squished. My shoes were living in such a box, all mixed up and unloved and resentful. But no more. Now they have their own drawers, where I can put them just like I've always seen in magazines, neatly, gloriously arranged by pair and by style. All of this, of course, makes getting dressed and coming up with outfits a lot easier.
Which brings me to LP. LP always likes to provide his opinion on what I wear. He prefers dresses and feminine outfits to casual ones. And OK I do mostly dress that way, but I didn't teach him to prefer that.
LP's two strong points are shoes and jewelry. He loves to help me pick out my shoes, and takes his job quite seriously. This morning, I was leaning towards wearing my red, pointy suede pumps, for a pop of color (this outfit is completed by a crisp, fitted white shirt with short puffy sleeves). But he vetoed it. He carefully examined all the shoes in the drawer, thinking about it hard. And he chose these retro-looking black ones (which, kudos to him, are much more comfortable) instead, because "it goes better with your skirt, mommy. See, you have some black stripes on your skirt." I think it's funny so I usually oblige. A couple of times random women complimented me on my shoes and I got a kick out of telling them my young son picked them for me.
When it comes to jewelry, he mostly suggests necklaces to me. Actually, he mostly suggests this one necklace which he says he "bought for me" (he didn't, he chose it in the store, but I can assure you that I paid for it myself). It's a bit bulky, so sometimes it doesn't go at all with what I wear. But in order to make him smile I still put it on, then promptly take it off at work and put it in my purse.