Well-known fact: I have no sense of fashion.

Occasionally I pull off something nice but for the most part, I straggle in bits and pieces resembling that of a disjointed mind. All the fashion magazines in the world, pore through every page as religiously as I can and yet I still churn out the same results.

If only there was someone who could help me out. Or if I had a smidgen of my sister's tastes. My mom just thinks dressing nice is dressing formally. Shirt+skirt. But it takes more than that. Leggings and all just seem trite and cliched and not to say that I have the most fantastic set of legs to match most outfits.

Apparently it seems heels do the trick. But the flooring is wooden and damn if the noise doesn't seem to echo about (since I do have the tendency to walk a fair bit to the loo and all). But I'll figure something out. Somehow. But laundry's done! And without makeup and dark rings about the eyes, I look pretty freaky.

WoOoOoOOoOO!~

Labels: life, thoughts, vanity