I seriously thought about skipping the last three Stitch Fix shipments, or at the very least lumping them all into one entry.
Then I reminded myself that I get quite a bit of traffic from Stitch Fix searches. (Hey, if that’s you, leave a note will ya? Are you trying to find other people who got the same stuff you did, are you just randomly curious about what other people got, or are you trying to figure out whether or not to sign up for the service?)
Also, Stitch Fix has been pretty good to me lately, and after my epic rant about them at the end of last year, I feel the need to be honest about how they’ve improved. Also also – as my friend Lisa would say – I figure fashion is as far away from Familial Feels as you can get, which makes it safe. So instead of breezing past the last three months, I’m going to give them each their own entry, just as I would if I hadn’t been off going to funerals. Sound good?
My March Fix was all about transitioning from winter to spring, which I didn’t even realize I wanted to think about until it arrived. While winter this year was not nearly as soul-crushing as last winter, I was still sick to death of my winter clothes and not yet ready to dig in the basement for springtime reinforcements.
Tangent: My first winter here, AKA The Polar Vortex, was so excruciating that I impulse-bought any sweater that looked comfortable and warm. I made some bad decisions, mostly in the guise of boxy, unflattering wools. I also got a lot of things from Stitch Fix that would count as “layering” sweaters in San Francisco, but didn’t cut it in Minneapolis. When I got all that stuff out this winter, I realized how much money I had wasted buying clothing that either didn’t work for the climate or didn’t work for me. I have already slowly started weeding those out, but feel kind of stupid for my rookie mistakes. I expect even more purging to happen this-coming winter, as I further hone my winter style.
But it’s June now, and who wants to talk about winter? Let’s talk about fun things from Stitch Fix instead.
This Brixon Ivy Melita cable knit sweater became one of my go-to transitional pieces. I have always had a bias against cotton sweaters – they pill, they fade, they stretch out – but the shape, color and texture of this one just works and it wore really well over several weeks of sneaking it in days/nights/weekends.
Geez. I wish I would have put on some mascara or something!
I have a love-hate relationship with Stitch Fix tunics. Sometimes they are too tight in the hips. Sometimes they are way to boxy and blousy. Sometimes they’re too tight in the shoulders, or too low cut. (And, I must confess, sometimes the print is so good that I buy them even though they don’t fit great, and have sent more than one to a new home at a clothing swap or via Goodwill.)
This Pixley Ivy tulip-print tunic is, admittedly, lower cut in the front than I would like. I have to wear a cami with it, which as you all know is something I hate. However. I love the drape, the feel of the fabric, the color and the subtlety of the print. I’ve worn it three times, and have no regrets about keeping it.
Let us pause to consider a trapeze-cut blouse. For someone with a large bust, it just shouldn’t work. And, maybe, it doesn’t actually work. When I first put on this Daniel Rainn Toni blouse with teeny, tiny pleats, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t keep it. I mean, you can see in the picture that the stripes bend sort of awkwardly around my chest! In fact, you should look at my handsome Huck instead.
There’s something about it that just spoke to me. I’m guessing it was the pleats, of which I am nearly always a fan, or maybe the length, which is darn near perfect. So I kept it, and always wear it under a cropped black cardi, and it looks pretty cute. I would not be surprised to see it land in the swap/donate bag at some future date, though.
This picture doesn’t even do justice to how weird this Renee C Dion sweater fit me. The black part of the sleeves were SKIN TIGHT, like hard-to-get-over-my-forearms tight. The batwing part went halfway down to my waist, and made me feel like I could jump off a building and have a 50/50 chance of flying. Batwings, ya’ll. So not for me.
It goes without saying that I sent it back.
Not pictured here is a pair of Mavi Freida tall skinny jeans that were real bad. Way too short in the lady business and then about a mile too long in the legs. Apparently, they are made for 16-year-old supermodels. Definitely not almost-40 stepmoms.
Two out of five items isn’t bad for government work (or a monthly Fix). Up next: April, in which I received a new favorite summer skirt and a blouse I wore yesterday.