Since I stated two weeks ago that I would post about fashion every week, I guess I'll do it now, since I forgot to last week.
Meet my stylist:
|He likes diggers. Who doesn't?|
|He also loves the ladies. Mama's, hold on|
to your little girls. This guy is a charmer.
Here is how Thing 1 fashioned me last Saturday when I went out shopping for my new living room decor:
|A vintage western shirt |
red capri pants, a skinny red belt and my pink sparkly genie slippers.
I don't look cRaZy at all.
Here is what I chose to wear instead (I like how I match the drapes, so classy...):
|Yes. I am aware that there is something wrong with me. |
Now, please show me your license and registration.
Yes, that brooch is vintage. It was my great grandmother's.
|My stylist approved.|
He's used to crazy though, he lives with me,
and he often is seen wearing his shoes on the wrong feet.
Everything that I am wearing here is between 100 and 3 years old.
Peace, Love and Unicorns,