unflattery
So I got up this morning, jumped on SL for a quick round of find-the-cool-dances, and then limped out to the bus to take me on the morning's shopping excursion. I got way too much. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem, but I had to carry it all home. Yaagh.
How'ver, the salad bar in the deli had sprouts, so I piled one of the to-go containers high, and then layered on kidney beans, mushrooms, cheese, eggy bits, and tons and tons of sunflower seeds.
It's nice to actually hear my body hum in contentment for a change. Aches and pains, yeah, still anemic as hell, yeah, but...nothing's kicking me anywhere at the moment. Go me.
Oh, no. And they actually made...two of these...whatever the hell they are?!?
My brain is actually trying to burrow through the back of my skull. I'm not kidding. And making small whimpering noises.
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Would this...outfit...be flattering...on anyone?!?
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Nicky Hilton, everyone. Who looks as if she mysteriously swelled to 140 pounds, just in time for the runway.
Everyone? That is your first clue--as if the other pictures didn't help--that this is very bad fashion. Never buy outfits that make you look heavier than you already are. This is a big fashion faux pax.
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I feel so sorry for her. Oh, man. Makes me want to take her home after going over her carefully with a hedge trimmer, and feed her thin mints and espresso until she sorts it all out. Poor, poor model.
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One of the Heatherette designers (with Paris--I'm so sorry, I really tried to avoid her entirely!). Note the sparklingly gold rollerskates.
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Both of the Heatherette designers. And, while this is normally not a bad thing, note the gay.
I'm thinking, the Heatherette boys are amongst those gay men who, when a female walks by, sniffs the air loudly and proclaims the smell of tuna. Because it's either hating women with a passion...or intense brain damage...that gets you frocks like this. Seriously.
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Oh. And if you don't believe me, that these outfits are this bad? Watch them in motion. WARNING: VERY HIGH HILTON CONTENT. You have been warned. Viewer discretion is advised.
How'ver, the salad bar in the deli had sprouts, so I piled one of the to-go containers high, and then layered on kidney beans, mushrooms, cheese, eggy bits, and tons and tons of sunflower seeds.
It's nice to actually hear my body hum in contentment for a change. Aches and pains, yeah, still anemic as hell, yeah, but...nothing's kicking me anywhere at the moment. Go me.
Oh, no. And they actually made...two of these...whatever the hell they are?!?
My brain is actually trying to burrow through the back of my skull. I'm not kidding. And making small whimpering noises.
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
Would this...outfit...be flattering...on anyone?!?
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
Nicky Hilton, everyone. Who looks as if she mysteriously swelled to 140 pounds, just in time for the runway.
Everyone? That is your first clue--as if the other pictures didn't help--that this is very bad fashion. Never buy outfits that make you look heavier than you already are. This is a big fashion faux pax.
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
I feel so sorry for her. Oh, man. Makes me want to take her home after going over her carefully with a hedge trimmer, and feed her thin mints and espresso until she sorts it all out. Poor, poor model.
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
One of the Heatherette designers (with Paris--I'm so sorry, I really tried to avoid her entirely!). Note the sparklingly gold rollerskates.
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
Both of the Heatherette designers. And, while this is normally not a bad thing, note the gay.
I'm thinking, the Heatherette boys are amongst those gay men who, when a female walks by, sniffs the air loudly and proclaims the smell of tuna. Because it's either hating women with a passion...or intense brain damage...that gets you frocks like this. Seriously.
All rights reserved to FIRST VIEW, New York Metro magazine, and Heatherette Fashions.
Oh. And if you don't believe me, that these outfits are this bad? Watch them in motion. WARNING: VERY HIGH HILTON CONTENT. You have been warned. Viewer discretion is advised.