My dad used to take me dress shopping when I was a teen. I think because I was so self critical I couldn't stand it, and my mother was no good because she loved clothes and just didn't get me.
I remember having to buy a prom dress and my dad's advice was something to the effect of, if you say to yourself that's a pretty dress, well that's not the one. But if you say to yourself what a pretty GIRL, then that's the right one.
He's been gone ten years now but he is still with me in the dressing room when I'm trying things on! Last time I went clothes shopping I couldn't find anything nice at all and I complained to him "why can't I find anything nice?" And I could hear his voice clear as a bell "Because you're in a *********** thrift shop, stupid! Go to a proper ladies dress shop and spend a little bit of money on yourself for a change!"
I remember having to buy a prom dress and my dad's advice was something to the effect of, if you say to yourself that's a pretty dress, well that's not the one. But if you say to yourself what a pretty GIRL, then that's the right one.
He's been gone ten years now but he is still with me in the dressing room when I'm trying things on! Last time I went clothes shopping I couldn't find anything nice at all and I complained to him "why can't I find anything nice?" And I could hear his voice clear as a bell "Because you're in a *********** thrift shop, stupid! Go to a proper ladies dress shop and spend a little bit of money on yourself for a change!"