I think I’m a Glamour “don’t”
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but over the last two weeks or so I’ve been documenting my outfits over at Flickr on a daily basis. I kept going until I ran out of outfits. It took a surprisingly short time. And when it happened, I was tempted to just start photographing myself in various modes of ridiculous dress — bridal gown, bikini, three piece suit, monkey costume — but in the end, sanity and modesty won out. As it typically does with me. (Iain says the last one should have been me in a barrel with a sign saying “Laundry Day.” Only he didn’t say “barrel,” he said naked. But I left that bit out for your sensitive ears.)
(and your sensitive eyes.)
Anyway, here’s the set. You may marvel at my monochromity, my apparent devotion to Gap Inc., and my increasingly haphazard attitude toward footwear. You may also marvel at my credenza. And maybe my size 9 feet.
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Glamour may not be pictured, but style is there is spades, baby.
I don’t care what you say, you are easy on the eyes.
a) don’t even think you have big feet because i am an 11 and know they will grow during preg.
b)i am obsessed with gap too, and if i did the same thing you’d see purple shirts and skirts slash capris.
c)ha times a million at Iain’s suggestion slash your add to it (barrel)
d)i’m waiting for the monkey costume…
Actually, I was marvelling at how nice your legs are!
Hmm… are you hinting? DO you want me to call Stacy London and place a nomination?
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