SHOPPING for a living sounds like a pretty simple job.
In some aspects it is. However, it is completely dependent on what kind of stylist you are.
I’m the kind who likes to tell stories via clothes in a picture. A complete contrast from a stylist who understands how to dress the individual.
They are two very different disciplines with the latter, in my opinion, the more difficult of the two.
My friends have tried to rope me into dressing them over the years, and I’ve dodged each style bullet to ensure our friendships are still standing.
But something happened this week that forced me to do something so out of character it sent shock waves through my whole belief system.
I had to buy my aging Bulldog a coat. Now, I’d just like to clarify I’m not one of those dog owners who has one wardrobe for me and one for the dog.
Pig looks like Phil Mitchell, he has no need for accessories. But the winter months have taken their tole on his aging bones, leading to the conclusion that he needs a coat.
Since he can’t select one for himself the style burden fell to me. There was everything from faux studded leather to pink apparel.
It was like stepping into the spring collections. Looking down at Pig’s grumpy face I thought “what would Phil wear?” We left with a khaki puffa.
Pig still looks grumpy.