Chance’d be a fine thing. Having roamed round my local clothing emporiums I can find nothing, NOTHING that I’d like to wear this Spring. It’s all pastels and florals, leggings and skinny jeans all of which I hate. 54 more words
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Unassuming, according to my classification, is the opposite of vain.
Now this is my favourite part: discerning subtle differences.
Arrogance, with which I worked and failed last week, has primarily to do with thinking myself better than others and behaving accordingly. 536 more words
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and while we’re all for an around-the-table game of “What are you thankful for this year?” we’d much rather spare the tears and mushy sentiments and talk about fashion instead. 895 more words
This week, I picked up a copy of Stylist magazine and I have never been more pleased that I have. I had always thought I was alone in thinking that I never have anything to wear or that I shout at my loved ones – no matter who they are – if I can’t find something to wear. 202 more words