Stitch Fix

I read this review about a service called Stitch Fix and I figured I’d like to try it out.

I don’t do much clothes shopping these days, because it’s awfully hard to drag a baby into a changing room with you. Especially if you ascribe to the “if you barf on it, you buy it” philosophy. Also, I have a hard time justifying spending money on clothes when I will (hopefully) not be wearing such a large size in the not-too-distant (oh, please let it not be too distant) future. But, as my would-be BFFs Stacey and Clinton always say, dress the body you have and not the body you want.

Also, I’ve been stressing a lot about my thesis, so I figured it would be nice to treat myself a little.

Stitch Fix is pretty simple. You sign up for an account and you fill out a “style profile.” You give them your basic measurements, answer some questions about how you usually dress, and rate a bunch of sample outfits. You also let them know approximately how much you want to spend. Then, you schedule a “fix.” They charge you $20 as a styling fee, and they send you five things in the mail. If you decided to keep anything in your fix, the $20 applies to the purchase price. If you decide to keep everything, you get a 25% discount. You can schedule a monthly fix, or you can schedule a one-off for a special occasion. Anything you don’t want, you can mail back in a prepaid envelope that gets included in your box.

I’m officiating another wedding in a few weeks, so I wrote in the notes for my fix that I was interested in something I could wear to the wedding. I also noted that I’m 6 months postpartum and have about 25 pounds to lose.

I’m not entirely sure how “6 months postpartum with 25 pounds to lose” got translated into “solid knit dresses and horizontal stripes.” Must have been a technical error. It was…. not pretty. I thought, “maybe my stylist knows something I don’t about the placement of stripes and how they can camouflage your no-longer-a-baby bump.” Yeeeeah, not so much.

I wanted to send the whole box back in protest. But! This dress! So freaking cute!

Awkward selfie, FTW!

The picture doesn’t really do it justice, so trust me when I say that it’s adorable. And will most likely shrink along with me. And, much like a large handbag in a 1950’s sitcom, the peplum does a nice job of shielding my tummy. Also, in person it doesn’t look quite so much like I have giant flower-nipples. The buttular area is a little problematic (I asked Kristian that old canard — does this make my ass look big? — and he made a face like he wanted to defenestrate himself), but that’s why cardigans were invented.

In my stylist’s defense, they apparently don’t stock a ton of cocktail dresses. And it was probably a mistake to mention the wedding colors, because that was most likely a limiting factor. I don’t think I gave her a whole lot to work with.

I don’t know if this makes me a glutton for punishment, but I am totally going to order another fix. I find that many of my favorite items of clothing are things that other people picked out for me. I think I have a nice eye, but perhaps I’m secretly clueless when it comes to fashion. At any rate, it’s fun to get things in the mail. And, I like to have intermediate weight goals. So, I’m thinking new fix every 5 pounds.

Or maybe I need to leave my baby with her father and drag a friend to the mall and buy whatever she tells me to.

Either way.

If you think you might want a fix of your own, click here and I’ll get a credit if you order something.