Sometimes I can be the teensiest bit bossy about other people's clothing and color choices. It's probably annoying, unless you have me along to shop with you, in which case it's annoying until you see yourself in the mirror. (More than one victim has had this experience, although it's been a while).
The reason that I'm like this is that I see color very well, and I am emotionally affected by it. Some colors make me very unhappy, some colors please me to no end. That is a common experience - although mostly people don't notice how they feel around color. I do. It's like loud noises - everyone gets stressed out by loud noise, but some more than others. (Put me on the "highly annoyed" list).
When I see a woman wearing the wrong colors or a style that doesn't work with her self, it's like someone hit the wrong note on a piano. It makes me flinch. It's not the woman wearing the clothes. It's whatever is on her - be it makeup, hair, or whathaveyou. It's not even me being judgy (although it can lead me there if I'm not careful). It's just out of sync. Irritating.
If I had my way, I'd have an army of seamstresses in my back pocket and limitless resources, and I'd just make people new wardrobes as I got to know them. Really. If you know me and you're female, it's probable that I've sat around mentally dressing you. (Hopefully this is less creepy than the guy who mentally undresses you). I guess I never grew out of playing Barbies. /shrug.
I can get a good lock on your general season pretty quickly, getting a lock on your best colors takes a few hours and some trial and error, and style a bit more than that - I have to get to know you, and know you in more than one venue. Reserved or playful? Soft or efficient? Do you need all eyes on you - or do you prefer a little space? But I will play with it unless you stop me. And until I get it nailed, it will bug me.
You. Go put on some chocolate colored velvet. Shoo. Now you? Slip into some jeans and a buttondown - stat. Oh - you're gorgeous. Here's some leaf-green chiffon. Yes, wear it to the luncheon. Go on.
It's like every woman I see is just a symphony waiting to play... if I could just.get.over.there.and.fix.that.hemline..........
So. I'm bossy. I know I'm bossy. But - it's only because I love you. You're beautiful. Let's let your beauty OUT.