Who do you think you are Hilde?!?

You can’t dress like that.
That dress is way too sexy for someone your age. Ever heard the expression “mutton dressed as lamb?”

My inner critic was getting all riled up and had even taken on a posh British accent since I finally had made it to London and was shopping on beautiful Regent Street.

I didn’t dare walk into the Karen Millen store. A gorgeous feminine palace full of sexy man-eater dresses that were just a tad too expensive. Not a place for a suburban mom like me.

I scraped some courage from the bottom of my purse, sneaked inside, and tried it on.

The dress fit me like a glove.

Still I wasn’t the type to dress like that. I was a respectable slightly boring mom wasn’t I? My young wild days were long gone.

Looking for some objective feedback I asked some cute, young American girls for their honest opinion. I couldn’t detect any deceit in their eyes when they said the dress was perfect, so I pulled out my credit card.
The Sexy Dress was left hanging all alone in my wardrobe for 2 months.

I wore on the first warm summer day and felt like such a fraud.

I was self-consciously pulling it down to cover my wrinkled knees and imagined people talking about me behind my back. “Look at her.”

The next time felt much easier and before long I was so at ease in it that I even wore it to work.

Now the dress is the star in my About page photo and it was worth every single penny.

I’m so happy I silenced that inner voice and took a chance on a new exciting garment that turned ME into a new exciting person.

We all have ideas about who we should be and how we should look, but are these old ideas really in our best interest?

Are we projecting a brave and powerful image to our clients?

Are we strong and inspiring role models for younger women?

 

How would YOU dress if you could look at yourself objectively and see yourself in the same positive light that other people do?

I bet you would be sexy, vibrant, edgy, power- and colorful!

Do you perhaps also have amazing garments crying in the closet because they never get to go to the party?

Or – have you longingly stared at that perfect dress in the store window and thought that it wasn’t for you?

I’m dying to hear your stories.