This is probably the most ridiculous first world problem you will hear today. Though, my own personal best was when I was *thisclose* to griping about how I had to take all of our perishables to the fridge in the basement when the upstairs fridge conked out and needed to be repaired.
At this point in my life, I am finally, finally admitting: I need help with my style. Is that sad? I mean, I enjoy shopping, and trying things on. I think I have good taste. But... Yeah, the mirror shows a whole lotta meh. I should have more fun with my clothes.
So, I signed up for an online styling service. I fed it my sizes, style preferences, color/pattern preferences (and which ones to avoid). Here's the note I sent to my 'stylist':
Hi there! I'm an office worker who pretty much lives in Talbot's khakis and twinsets (solids, not many patterns). It's a boring look, and I'd like to make it more interesting.
I can't work a scarf. I think it's because my breasts are disproportionately large for my frame -- whenever I wear a scarf draped around my neck I feel like a bird that's puffing out its chest.
I wear black plastic glasses. Not chunky hipster ones, but still bold. My glasses -- and my long crop of slightly crazy blonde & reddish hair -- are kind of my trademark. (Re: the hair: think Julia Roberts' hair in pretty woman. Just the hair, though. I'm pretty sure that I'd only come up to her hip, height-wise).
Lastly, I'm porcelain-pale, and I have cornflower blue eyes. I tend to gravitate toward blues and greens to bring them out, but am open to different colors.
We shall see what comes of it. If you're lucky, I may even post pictures...