Sometimes I think that I should just hire my mom to be my personal stylist to dress me every day, kind of like when I was a five year-old who would try to leave the house wearing stripes with polka dots with ruffles. It's not because I can't dress myself
— although I do still wear stripes with polka dots with ruffles — but because she knows my style as well as I do.Last summer, my mom called to tell me that she found a dress that I "needed." Turns out it's now my favorite dress in my entire closet. She's like my own little Rachel Zoe. Minus the tanorexia and Juicy Couture.
P.S. I need a digital camera; too bad I can't find a personal shopper for that. Do they make cameras with handy USB "arms" like my beloved Flip camcorder?
