On Tuesday, we had a more interesting start. Thomas had selected a black eyelet-lace top and a pair of skinny jeans. He insisted I carry my Céline tote to complete the outfit and was super excited about a pair of bright red pumps (a too-tight pair I had intentionally forgotten in the depths of my closet). I tried to fight it: "Those are not my favorite," I stated pretty diplomatically. "Sorry, this outfit really needs a pop of color." When I looked up, I half expected to see Brad Goreski. Getting cocky, are we? Clearly he was settling into his role as stylist, while I was becoming more uncomfortable, quite literally. The shoes pinched my feet, and the top seemed a tad too short for the waistline of my jeans. I really didn't want to look like I was wearing a crop top. It seemed such a random selection of pieces, but once I was fully dressed, his real motives became clear. I had added an undershirt (as you do) to wear the very sheer, lace top to my office. My husband was not impressed. "I thought the whole point of the shirt was that it's sheer," he argued. Nope, nice try. I stuck to my guns and kept the tank on for work, but I hated my outfit the whole day. It's not the way I typically dress for my shape — or really, my personality. I always seek a little balance, and this look just felt head-to-toe flirty, and not so flattering.
