Whilst camping isn’t always my bag (it has to be warm, there must be no dangerous or even inconvenient beasties present and please no propane infused-baked beans), I do like a dress which looks a bit like a tent. They are hideously unflattering and crease like billyo (too much fabric will do that), but my devotion is unwavering. Voila my latest habit-feeding purchase from American Apparel (the store which, for so many reasons too libellous to mention, I should avoid like the plague but am drawn to like a moth with SAD). Still, at least no sweat shop labour was involved in cutting the hole in the circle of material and affixing the $90 price tag. Phew.
I look like the side of an industrial estate which has been daubed with Keith Haring-alike graffiti. But I don’t care. And I was mighty grateful for its voluminousness (which must be a word, surely?) after a 3 course meal.
On a tangential beauty tip, after this snap was snapped, I realised I was unknowingly ahead of a revolutionary hairstyle wave (which involves no waves). Yes, the half top knot is a thang. I am directional, finally. And I also recently rediscovered my neon orangey-red lipstick. I have no idea whether this is in any way OTM since all beauty articles sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher talking in my head, but I like it. Really, that’s the face I always pull when I’m happy.
Post script: I have now lost the goddam recently refound lippy (Kate Moss for Rimmel in case you’re interested). If you find it down the back of your sofa, please let me know.