Kristin, I would just like to assure you that under my clothing I do not have the entire population of the world walking around completely naked.
Heh. Blame Sam the Eagle for the poor punctuation. I'm just quoting!
ETA:
My mother imparted the same useless knowledge on me during her brief stint selling Amway which, suprisingly, included cosmetics.
HA!! That's exactly what my mom was doing!
HA!! That's exactly what my mom was doing!
Ack! Did she have all the fabric swatches and stuff?? I remember her pulling me into rooms to show what a Spring looks like because they're not as common as other seasons.
Jeff Garlin is KILLING on TDS tonight.
Giving Jon the stuff from the gift basket--hilarious!
Ack! Did she have all the fabric swatches and stuff??
SO TOTALLY YES! Oh that's hysterical. My mom sold Amway forever. She still sells through their online Quixtar brand. Have to say that I still use their cleaning products--they're actually really good and organic and shit. But I'm dying over the fact that we both suffered through color-testing. She used to show me off as a blonde-haired winter (also rare). I'm less able to get away with the winter colors now, alas.
I never really believed in the season thing. This must be what supertasters sound like!
Now I just watched a tense soccer match played by stunt drivers in subcompacts. It was awse and Top Gear is my new favorite show.
I never really believed in the season thing.
I can't remember what prompted me to do it, because it's totally the type of thing I normally think is a crock of sh*t. However, I can't tell you how much it improved my wardrobe and self-confidence. My sister was a bit sad when we determined she was a fall because she hated the idea that mustard yellow might be one of her best colors, but within weeks of buying a few pieces with that in mind, she was a total convert. She said everyone noticed.
"Springs" are pretty rare, which is probably why Trinny and Susannah just have the three categories. You can get a general idea of what you are here:
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I basically took everything out of my closet and held it up to my face in good light, alternating between what I thought were warm and cool colors. I made four piles: definitely better, definitely worse, okay, and "I have no f*cking idea". In the end, every single piece in the better pile was a summer color, and everything in the okay pile was a winter color.
If you can find it, the
Color me Beautiful
book from the 80s has a lot more sample colors in each category. I also recommend an old book called
Flatter Your Figure.
The fashions are completely outdated, but it gives you a good method for objectively determining your "problem" areas.
Color me Beautiful
Hee. This book was my mom's Bible when it came to season thing. Megan, I agree with you. I honestly think that it's the reason I haven't ended up buying a ton of clothes that make me look pale and pasty over the years. Not that I never buy outside of my season, because I definitely do, but I'm very careful about warm-toned colors because of my early brainwashing.
Man, this conversation is making me all nostalgic.
Kristin and I have the same mom.
I def. buy things out of my season, but I do tend to stick with warmer tones because I do look better in them. My one standard cool color is navy. I can't wear black near my face, but I can do navy okay so it ends up being a staple color (along with chocolate brown).
My very fuzzy memory of Color Me Beautiful was that none of the color schemes they suggested looked right on me, or fit with the colors that I wear most and look best in. I looked good in a couple colors in each category, and gawdawful in most of the rest.
Of course the take home message might have been that the 80s was not my decade. My wardrobe has fared much better in the 90s and the 00s.
I think I don't wear orange well. But I realise that I very rarely look in mirrors, so it's just that I don't like orange much. I like jewel tones, I like black, and I like the effect of a lot of winter white when my hair's freshly dyed.
I suck at fashion rules--not because I'm some sort of fashion maverick, but because I'm forgetful and lazy and shop randomly.
I didn't cry
too
much at the ER. But it was stupid stupid stupid and I just don't know how to handle them.
And UPS ignored my note asking them to deliver my box to a neighbour, so I'm one more night sans new phone deliciousness. Oh, and trampy shoes. I ordered those too.
Okay, not trampy because I saw them and thought of Steph's BF. But on me, they'll look trampy.