Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.
Alice's intense examination of my casual jeans and t-shirt made me feel uncomfortable, hinting at her likely plans for another fashion overhaul. It was clear that my lack of interest in clothing was a persistent annoyance for her.
She would relish the opportunity to style me daily, treating me like a large, movable paper doll, dressing me up repeatedly if I let her. This dynamic underscored the differences in our attitudes towards fashion, with her enthusiasm contrasting sharply with my indifference.
