I like to have somebody with me when I try to buy clothing. This is because I need somebody to keep me on task. Otherwise I wander off and get coffee. Yesterday my husband was the lucky one. He tried.
I put on a shirt, looked in the mirror, and turned to him. If I hadn't liked it, I would have just taken if off and tried again. But I liked it fine so he got a vote.
He said, "It doesn't make your butt look big."
The next thing he said was, "It's very slimming."
I'm going to make him an index card that says, "That looks good on you." Then I may let him shop with me again. I know. Let. But seriously, he dragged me to the store and showed me the shirts.