His comments: "I don't like nude things except you! — what up! But legit, these look like a weird extension of your foot. It's like you've been in a horrible accident and your foot has twisted and constantly pointing up. I like black heels."
My reaction: Anniversary dinners, birthdays, weddings — basically every major life event we've been to, I have worn nude heels thinking they make my legs look taller and sexier. Meanwhile, Thomas over there, has been thinking how mangled my ankles look. Perfect.
Thomas' cull shocked me. But all feelings aside, he picked pieces I think most men would have an aversion to. Looking at the pile, it quickly became obvious that I dress for myself — which I love — but it would be remiss to say that some of his observations didn't hit a nerve.
It's true, I am a hoarder of clothes. But the idea of letting go of the old to make way for the new is something I'm taking on board. Today. Goodbye my beloved dust-collecting pink coat. Farewell old friend, we'll always have those warm Winters.
Another observation? "Practical" clothes will always have a place in my wardrobe. But maybe I do reach for them too often, neglecting all the special pieces I seem to save for events that never roll around. I also discovered that I seem to have the same taste as Thomas's mum which is both creepy and cute. Mostly creepy though and definitely something to remember.
The biggest learning though, is that I have a whole bunch of beautiful pieces hidden in the depths of my wardrobe that never see daylight, but totally should. I think it's time to hang up my basics (but not Bassike's, sorry Thomas) and push the boundaries a little. Who would have thought boys (sometimes) know best?