Facelifts, old newspapers, small coins from countries you will never again visit, botox injections, spray tans, t-shirts with cute slogans, electrical appliances that no longer work, 2-minute noodles, plastic bags, uncomfortable shoes, too small jeans, too tight tops, any other form of ill-fitting outer and inner wear, novelty g-strings...
I'm warm and snuggly and go with everything, yet I am also capable of flattering any figure.
Today I asked my 3 year old daughter what she thought of this jacket. She said she really liked it because it looks like a 'spider outfit,' black, like something a spider would wear. She would have to be one sartorially clued-up spider if you ask me. Thankfully, Melbourne cult label, Manque, make this jacket not just for eight-legged blood suckers, but in grown-up-lady sizes too.
Heartbeats they were racin'
I can't feel my hands and all I can think about is hot chocolate and Gilmore Girls repeats. But in my Satu trench cardi, I know I at least look good.
There was a Melbournian who lived in a shoe.
Concepcion Poblete call this the 'jack in the box' tunic. I don't know why. What I do know is that if this popped out of my jack-in-the-box I would rip it off her and put it on myself. So there.
She was so sweet, so innocent
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