Hands up who wants to feel like Beyoncé, every goddamn day. (imagine the hands up emoji here). I know I do. So I will. I decided I would. No one else, just me. She’s fierce, fabulous and rocks her own style like no other. You see,…
No one said it better than the glorious Iris Apfel “if you make a mistake in what you put together, the fashion police are not going to haul you into jail”
We are eating a beautiful red tomato based meal as I wear this white T-shirt and none of it slips, trips or falls onto it. There are no stains or dirty hands, snot or otherwise near this beautiful crisp white tee. None whatsoever.
It’s a one piece, there’s not much more to say, not much more to wear (except maybe a tee underneath, a kaftan for coverage or a leather jacket for awesome). They can look great on most shapes and sizes. End. Of. Story.
Your not trying to win Miss World – though a sash would be nice. You’re trying to be the very best you and styling yourself right can help that.
Will I have to get my kit off?
I don’t like what you wear?
What makes you think you can do this?
All that and more musings from a wardrobe edit. x
I’m celebrating the sisterhood today sisters, all of you and then some. You’re a fabulous bunch of style mavens, queens, mothers, non-mothers, brilliant, kick-ass sisters. I felt you deserved some celebration.
I popped my cherry for the Sisterhood last night. For those that know me, I don’t have a problem with talking to people. I was known as gabby-jaws by my pseudo godfather. But networking, that’s different, that’s hard that requires small talk
Sisters, it’s Friday – TGIF and all that jazz. In fact, let’s do a little tippy tappy jazz hands dance. What are you wearing this weekend? Are you hiding behind active wear? Do you want a bit of inspo? I’ve done some trawling for you…
Before you ask, no, I didn’t spell Jedi wrong in the title. It’s an an acronym, a shortening of a phrase. I don’t usually like them, as it implies that you should already know, that you aren’t on the in. But I have a good…