“You’ve got to tell me how your professional fashion makeover went!” friends demanded since they learned I’d booked a company called Stilista Boston to save my ailing style.
“I mean, what did the fashion consultant do?” they pried. “Did she make fun of your clown-like shoes? Did she throw that hideous orange shirt out the window? Did she burn that ragged brown cardigan?” (Sheesh — clearly I wasn’t the only one who knew I needed some fashion resuscitation.)
Given how great my [...Read More!]