my immediate family introduces me to their new purchases with a mixture of caution and hopefulness. perhaps i won't close my eyes and shake my head slowly. maybe, just once, i'll squeal with delight and congratulate them on their amazing taste. hasn't happened yet, but a person can dream. growing up my interest in clothing, when it was addressed at all, was always been met with a little appreciation (helpful advice whenever you want it -- i do try to give them a chance to solicit it first) and a little resentment (i guess there might be something frustrating about living with a critic who can figuratively ruin a new skirt not 20 minutes into owning it).
i've never had a close relationship with a style-inspiration. i have no theatrical aunt, no debonair uncle. the other day my mom just couldn't accept another dictum and challenged, "how on earth can the length of a purse strap make that much of a difference?"
how on earth can she not understand?
does style run in your family?