(Via:Here.)
On all the rapturous scenes—they stare upon a gobsmacking donah—her fictitious cloth's fit—caresses figure's chattels—transmogrifying into a sharpened drapery—whittling into an elucidated, succincted body—like a cleared jungle.
The whole shooting match—you cloth a body is compelled to fit it—to a fare-thee-well. Haply—all and sundry has stood in front of a dressing room mirror—just to have a solemn promise that nobody else will catch sight of the skirt (or dress or blouse) is just—a small bit too tight? Brief bulletin: That cowardly duo—corrugating fabric and—a strained seam are awkward baby bird.
Finger-licking fit—connotes that garms skim the figure (put on view curves without cuddling to them) and—wholly detailing such as lapels, pocket flaps, slits, seams and pleats, all lie level.
At any moment—an article of clothing pulls or buckles—apart from creating a sloppy illusion—it piles up pounds. The selfsame unfriendly effects—are true for garments that are too large. That's why fine-tuning a skirt hem, the length of a jacket, or the width of a sleeve—will create a flattering look.