In just minutes the ever-so-helpful customer service team at Stitch Fix was working its magic, moving my package arrival date to accommodate the new digits just a mile away. Thrilled to see it was anticipated on my birthday, I counted down the days, looking forward to the brown box's arrival.
Hey - a girl has to have priorities in a move.
Needless to say, when I went to tear it open, practically ignoring our cake guests, I was quite bummed to find:
|Though the pattern seemed promising, put it all together|
and it felt maternity or fetched from hip Grandma's closet. Pass.
|This one was so crazy I can't even turn the pic correctly! Accentuated my|
already significant hips, bland colors and felt outdated. Pass
So, either my regular stylist and I are off, I'm just not digging this spring's trends (I didn't even adore Nordy's spring catalog - gasp!) or my plan to stick close to Abby Wood Wear to make me look presentable is coming into play. Either way, SF and I are on a break for awhile. And more to come on Abby - swoon!
Here's hoping your boxes continue to be full of delight! And thank gah for multiple styling options...since these suckers were introduced, a gal forgets how to dress herself.