i could write an essay on the shirts i've seen. the shirts that i'm sure i saw in the female section of working style. but the problem was it was the men who were wearing them. women stuck to wraps and quilted jackets. back to the men, it would be wrong not to mention the way that ties, when worn, clashed to the power of infinity with the womens shirts the men were wearing. and there were some definite 'i bought this on holiday in fiji' styled outfits. but it was the shoes. THE SHOES.
i am all honesty when i say i saw these exact shoes today.

then, straight from the pages of vice magazine's don'ts...

seriously. i'm blown away too.
what else happened today? i am getting back in to tv. i'm sick of people saying that they don't watch much tv. i don't either, but that is about to change. so that when people tell me they don't watch much tv i can be like "you're totally missing out". to be honest, i say that already but soon it will be based on actual watching, not just watching the ads in between kanye west music videos. anyway, i watched my super sweet sixteen, desperate housewives and louis theroux (future husband alert) tonight, and the oscars recap on three. i am an addict now, just like that cricketer who is addicted to alcohol or whatever (note: i watched the news but it was mind numbing so didn't follow it as such).
oh and i crocheted a baby bootie. it was my second attempt. the first one was big enough for a fully grown adult. that is what happens when you're in to tv like i am, you ignore your pattern and just keep crocheting mindlessly. (if you read that as some deep metaphor, good for you. but i'm strictly talking about crochet).
*this part is a lie. i actually googled rubber boot.
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