Other than flaky skin, it's all good: for one, I smell holidays walking down the chilly streets - if the holiday season has a scent, I think it’d have menthol in it; and then, I love coats - I collect them; I wish to sleep in them.
These two elements being so ubiquitous nowadays that I wonder if the next it thing would be checked corduroy bralette.
Have no fear of the bulk. I’ve decided to onion it up till my arms cannot put down.
To me, the design looks like some seriously troubled tailoring but it is so off that it's off the charts.
I love fast food. I cannot have it all the time. There is only this much space between gratification and repulsion. An all-rounder being a non-negotiable string to most industries nowadays, it is also a highly strategic identity. There is got to be one deliberate focus at a time.
Somewhere over the rainbow. Or over the moon. The festivities are upon us and here is my list of season’s essentials.
I’m unsure about white pants – the slim fitting ones to be specific. It takes too much to get them right – the right shoes, the right top, the right color scheme, the right socks in case they peak out as you move and stretch. The list goes on.
I’m putting together a little blue on blue for the holidays! This coat has by far been my most worn outerwear for the past winter. I admire how some styles outdo my expectations in their longevity. And for that exact reason, I offer my unsolicited advice to all
Mischievous fashion gives me the pickup – and it’s infinitely better than my very beloved hump-day coffees.
Besides our big, bright smile, the most versatile accessory might just be a bouquet of fresh cut blooms – though these lace-up over-the-knee kicks come close. I love picking up flowers on the weekends. When we lived in Los Angeles, that was our ritual at the local farmer’s markets. But