Dear Sweater Dress,
I’ve really waited too long to say this but, I love you.
I remember the early days, back in the fall of 2006, when I first moved to New York. I was so excited to live in a place that actually had a winter and even more thrilled about what that meant for my wardrobe. I bought 18 versions of you. From basic black to stripes, I was a girl obsessed with the effortless warmth and style you offered.
You make me feel like I am swaddled in a giant knit blanket, while allowing me to fool others that I’m stylish (not lazy) when I pair you with tights and an over the knee boot. I can be on trend AND seasonally appropriate while not wearing any pants. You’re the ultimate style hack, a fashion ninja, and lately… my new soulmate.
We’ve already have made some great memories this season, pairing you with a fur vest or under a soft teddy coat. I’m so excited to take you ice skating in Central Park, Christmas parties, and even holiday shopping. Because with you, there is nothing we can’t do. Well that is… err…till Rosè season; but you’re used to being the object of a seasonal romance anyway.
let’s just focus on the present, shall we?
Hat: Bailey’s of Hollywood
Sweater Dress: Tobi
Vest: Old Navy
Boots : DSW
Bag: Kate Spade
I have never talked about my body on here. Ever.
I’m not embarrassed to discuss it and I DO think it’s important, however the situation has never presented itself before, till now, so here goes.
I have always been petite with curves, and stayed between sizes 6-8. Shopping for bottoms has always proved to be difficult because I have a small waist, large hips and I’m under 5’3 with long legs. Most things don’t ever fit just right, I need to tailor most of my pants and jeans have always been an issue. My body has changed a bit lately and I wear a lot of size 10’s. Working in retail and apparel for many years, I know how fickle sizing can be, so a size on a tag doesn’t really affect me. I won’t cry in a fitting room over the number on my pants, but I just might if I can’t find something that fits.
My ‘in between’ size or ‘bridge’ sizing is weird. Some designers/brands go up to size 10 (which aren’t always available on the rack) and some consider anything over an 8 plus size.
There’s that word. PLUS SIZE.
Am I plus sized? I don’t really care. I just want some thing that fits, and anything branded as Plus Size EVER fits me. It’s always swimming on me, and I’ll occasionally get a ‘ you don’t belong here ‘ look by the sales person who will say something like “Are you sure this is is your size?”
When I started blogging most clothing brands could care less what size I was (thankfully) when it came time to collaborating, but I wouldn’t have a ton of options in my size, which would discourage me, as I didn’t want to review a brand that didn’t represent my body type.
Then Universal Standard approached me to collaborate.
Their philosophy attracted me, but their aesthetic was the ultimate sell. Edgy, modern silhouettes in a variety of sizes and color ways that don’t hide curves, but accentuate them. I immediately found pieces I loved on their site, and loved them even more when they arrived. The quality and fabric of my items were impressive and I can not say enough about the fit. Not only were my items true to size, they fit like a dream. I felt comfortable and confident in their curved teal cardigan and black ponte pant with zipper detail. The cardigan is purposely over sized, but my sleeves are the appropriate length. SCORE! The pants hug my natural waist and show off my curves while not being incredibly long. HOORAY!
Both items have honestly been on non stop rotation, because I feel great in them.
Universal Standards’ pieces aren’t trying to be flattering versions of fast trends. They just produce well made clothing that fit many different body types, well. It’s that simple. Don’t know why it took so long for a brand to execute this fairly simple concept but I’m just glad they did.
Thanks Universal Standard, for reminding me that being “in between” is not a bad thing.
Check them out here birds, I highly recommend.