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I'm a fan of dresses.
Couture and high street. Whatever, I like dresses.
When I was younger, my sister and I would be dressed in patent mary-janes and floral corduroy dresses.
I may have moaned about it at the time but I was a well dressed kid!
I don't get why woman hide their figures all the time, we have hips and bums and boobs, y'know? You can't really hide them all your life, might as well show 'em off. In moderation, anyway.
I was reading Elle's Body Issue and it was talking about what women think when they're shopping and in changing rooms and all that nonsense and it said a lot about us ladies thinking about what won't look good on us rather than what will.
Well, I for one disagree with that completely. When I shop, I look for clothing and cuts that will flatter my body type!
I know I have hips. Big, eff-off hips and a bit of a bum and a waist.
I also know that my legs are relatively not bad looking and I don't have the worst neck in the world.
I suit high waisted skirts and fitted dresses so I like to wear them.
I also know that a sweetheart neckline will always be one billion times more flattering on me than an empire, a v-neck or a turtleneck neckline would be.
Sleeves are negotiable, as is the length of the dress.
I recently found a strapless cream lace dress in H&M.
It's a tiny bit on the tight side around my waist and hips, but it's likely because it's boned, besides, it's nothing I can't get away with, and nothing a week of exercise won't fix. I love it. It's rather dressy but I think given the right occasion it could work with a pair of black heels or combat boots and an oversized cardigan.
What say you?
I love white lacy dresses. I'm a sucker for them. Although this is only one of two, so yeah, I should get on with the collection, haha. I'll be like a bag lady!
Also.
I was in Glasgow yesterday visiting my boyfriend (I'm still so not used to that word it's funny).
We meant to go to see a film but never got around to it.
We ended up spending the day drinking fosters and vodka and lemonade in NiceNSleazy. And we had a sleazy burger.
Good day!
Ended up hopping on the last train which got delayed and spent the whole of today yawning and being slightly cranky.
I miss him. I think I shall just have to visit again tomorrow.
This whole train business is expensive.
Couture and high street. Whatever, I like dresses.
When I was younger, my sister and I would be dressed in patent mary-janes and floral corduroy dresses.
I may have moaned about it at the time but I was a well dressed kid!
I don't get why woman hide their figures all the time, we have hips and bums and boobs, y'know? You can't really hide them all your life, might as well show 'em off. In moderation, anyway.
I was reading Elle's Body Issue and it was talking about what women think when they're shopping and in changing rooms and all that nonsense and it said a lot about us ladies thinking about what won't look good on us rather than what will.
Well, I for one disagree with that completely. When I shop, I look for clothing and cuts that will flatter my body type!
I know I have hips. Big, eff-off hips and a bit of a bum and a waist.
I also know that my legs are relatively not bad looking and I don't have the worst neck in the world.
I suit high waisted skirts and fitted dresses so I like to wear them.
I also know that a sweetheart neckline will always be one billion times more flattering on me than an empire, a v-neck or a turtleneck neckline would be.
Sleeves are negotiable, as is the length of the dress.
I recently found a strapless cream lace dress in H&M.
It's a tiny bit on the tight side around my waist and hips, but it's likely because it's boned, besides, it's nothing I can't get away with, and nothing a week of exercise won't fix. I love it. It's rather dressy but I think given the right occasion it could work with a pair of black heels or combat boots and an oversized cardigan.
What say you?
I love white lacy dresses. I'm a sucker for them. Although this is only one of two, so yeah, I should get on with the collection, haha. I'll be like a bag lady!
Also.
I was in Glasgow yesterday visiting my boyfriend (I'm still so not used to that word it's funny).
We meant to go to see a film but never got around to it.
We ended up spending the day drinking fosters and vodka and lemonade in NiceNSleazy. And we had a sleazy burger.
Good day!
Ended up hopping on the last train which got delayed and spent the whole of today yawning and being slightly cranky.
I miss him. I think I shall just have to visit again tomorrow.
This whole train business is expensive.