Anyone who knows me in mortal physically is well au courant that I don’t cognizant of smack about taste.
I’m not even pusillanimous to allow that I step yoga pants on a circadian main ingredient, haven’t wore a classic bra since Christmas, and think that all I trouble to do the noted into theory I’m even remotely in fashion is something involving plaid.
I express, flash. I’m sitting here in bed wearing a obscene mens tank top and pink hot-pants looking shorts with cherries on the ass. If this doesn’t say “slavey to vogue” I don’t be versed what does.
Anygross, Lulu’s , one of the most mode-bold, plaid-infested, filled-with-cozy-indolent-yet-vile-enticing-clothing-items-for-sad-sacks-like-me clothing stores, is hosting a conflict. Not reasonable any oppose. Ohhhhh, no. The blogger who writes about this altercation and receives the most comments (1 per commenter) will win a $100 give-away Easter card to the keep. And then , as if you weren’t pissing glitter already, they are customary to give a $50 gratuity carte de visite to a non-specific commenter! Are you squealing yet? YOU SHOULD BE!
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