Day 2 and already forgot to take a photo. Luckily I have one from the week before, and no-one will ever know! The subterfuge, it kills me. Wearing to work, on a cold grumpy morning... Tommy Hilfiger striped work shirt in pale blue, my favourite big cream scarf and my Size 11 jeans. I know it's vanity sizing but I don't care. They're Sz 11, and that's all that matters ;)
I have also got in the habit of taking photos of my outfit (or forcing the much protesting Bingley to take them for me) so that I can see if an outfit "works" or not. I also have these photos in their own separate folder so that I can actually think up new combinations of my clothes and come up with outfits that I will likethat will work on my unhappily non-standard figure. Now if this sounds both ridiculously narcissistic AND frivolous AND scarily nerdy at the same time, then I would completely agree. It is all of those things, but it makes me very happy. And I will put up with the frivolous, narcisistic nerd label, if it means that I now have a wardrobe of well fitting, confidence boosting clothes.