This outfit illustrates many things that I know better than to wear (still learning to write, sorry).
I forgive the blobby sweater, because it is cashmere as light and soft as a cloud (Ann Taylor in praline, yum), but it gives me that terrible egg shape that is the antithesis of everything I actually like about my body. Underneath is the mythical lace tee that I was searching everywhere for last year, but which is sheer and requires a tank underneath. Also, it tore a small hole in the side seam on the first wear, which serves me right for buying something so cheap.
The Talbots pants are a grayish pink and I love the soft twill, but that cut isn't doing anything good for me. They date from the Box O' Pink episode, and I wore them several times last summer. I think I wore them with little sandals which . . . helped? Goodwill? And the shoes, oh my, so sad.
Although I have been avoiding the scale, the months of January through April were full of stress eating, and it shows, at least to my eyes. I look pudgy and pale. However, that purse classes up everything I own.
Contrast, if you please, THIS outfit, which is so much more successful.
The sweater is Prive cashmere, from eBay and the dress is purple ponte from Lands End. About 40 smackers total. I look long and lean and am having an excellent hair day.