I don’t know about you, but I HATE clothes shopping and I never feel like I have time. Occasionally I go to the mall and scour the racks, tables and bins of clothes looking for the right style, right size and a price point that won’t melt my credit card. I begrudgingly enter the hot, fluorescent-lit fitting room, with those carnival mirrors accentuating the negative rather than the positive. If only I had a fairy godperson who could find the most becoming fashions for my body, my lifestyle....