The gift of outfit vision

I've got this gift. Maybe it's a curse. I'm a fashion psychic.

When people are dressed strangely, or in something ridiculously fashionable that makes them look like a numpty, or in swathes of something or scraps of something ill-fitting, or in a time warp, or have freaky clown makeup I can see what look they were going for. I can see their mental image of what they were meant to look like in it.

Other people gawp and say 'What were they thinking?' or 'What does she think she looks like?'

But I know what they were thinking. I can literally see it as one of those fashion illustration sketches, or as a magazine spread with their model selves posing fabulously. I can see what someone might have seen in their mirror that morning when they decided to leave the house.

It's a bittersweet kind of gift.