It would be magical to wake up one morning and find I was everything I always wanted to be. As it happens, the results I’m looking for may be realistic possibilities. It’s the means to those ends that will have to be reconfigured. In life, as in all things, there are few instant successes.
My bookshelves, the whole, hardcopy kit-and-kaboodle as well as the virtual somewhat shorter version on Library Thing are a testament to expectations. It’s a fascination to see how many ways I’d like to improve by browsing my shelves . . . just look at some of these covers. I want to be thin, rich, effective, well-dressed, and articulate. I’ve read the books. I’m still “fluffy”, underfunded, inadequate, and tongue-tied. Ironically, I’ve managed to improve my fashion sense. So what’s with the wardrobe upgrade and why does that work when the rest of my yearnings are still unfulfilled?
Well, those cheeky British BBC fashionistas, Trinny and Susannah, have empathy. With careers and lives that come from outside the fashion industry, they had to learn how to dress the hard way . . . by making mistakes themselves. They also admit to their own figure flaws. Claiming neither expertise or a perfect shape, these are my kind of gals. They also expect all of us to look up-to-date, colorful, and shapely. And they start with guidance for infrastructure . . . foundation garments that shift and redistribute each woman’s natural assets. They coach, coach, coach through the racks of enticing blouses, skirts, dresses, shoes and accessories to retrain even the most fashion challenged. And they pull the pieces together into a cohesive total package.
Does it sound like a formula for coaxing the reluctant candidate along? You bet! I wonder what would happen if the other gurus of change appealed to me that way?
