As tired as all of you are of hearing about how pitiful I look on a daily basis, I'm fine with it. My obsession with home decor and jewels continue, much to the chagrin of my formerly stylish self. In lieu of weekends at Barneys, you'll find me at The Chelsea Flea Market. No longer spending my earnings on Proenza and Vince, I'm a home decor slut devotee. My old haunts are sending me the 'where have you been, here's a coupon' e-mails. ABC Carpet and Home is sending me the 'you owe me a fuck-ton of money letters.' YES.
Please see Emanuelle Alt wearing my daily uniform. If you have tiny toothpick legs and a sunken in chest, you look good in basics. I stand by it. I have neither, but I do it in any case. Like, if I look at enough photos, those delusional fantasies will appear in the form of tiny thighs. Who cayahs? I'm too busy to care if my legs are fat. I have great shoulders.
In other news, I want red hair. Please see below for your daily redhead. Her name is Jane and she bothers me, in general, but she has flame red hair and black eyebrows. See? I can be done. Haters. Y'all know who you are.
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