Day 131: Never Mussed the Crease in Your Blue Serge Pants

Okay. Firstly, I am so sorry about asking you to go over to Lookbook and 'hype' me. I thought you could do it without having to sign up and hand over your first born first. Thank you if you did try. And, if for some reason you went over and thought, 'whoo, this looks good, I am going to join up', then don't forget to hype me and let me know when you post something and I will hype you back. I've got four looks up and not a single person looking. I am going to give it a couple of weeks and if I am still in obscurity, I will abandon all hope of being spotted and head-hunted for acting, modelling or to marry someone and move away from my oppressive life in [insert country here]. But while I am thinking about this, here is a quesion for you. What do you think about asking people to follow, or hype, or like, or adore you? I did it yesterday. And, honestly, I feel a little cheap. It seems to be not worth the begging. How do you feel about this? It cracks me up when people do it to me—especially when people ask you to follow them when they haven't followed you. I can imagine people making up a sentence, copying it, and pasting it into ever blog they visit. Please don't let me ever be that obsessed with stats. Virtually slap me if you see me going that way!

Irene               List_Addict
You know how teenagers are a strange bunch and do some weird things? When I was a teenager I developed a crush on the musical career of Marilyn Monroe. I think I may have loved her because she and I share a very limited vocal range. But I still have those songs on my i-Pod, and I love them. They have such wholesomely naughty lines in them. [My keyboard has gone sticky and so, despite beating down on the keys, some letters don't turn up. The last line actually came up 'They have such wholesomely naughty lies in them'. I think that works too.] On the way home tonight I was listening to her version of 'A Fine Romance'. Favourite line: True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has, we don't have half the thrills that the march of time has'. Splendid. Sums it up perfectly. Poetry, lyrics and advertising are the smartest types of writing. They need to be able to get you quickly, strongly, emotionally, succinctly, electrically, visually. It is easy to ramble on forever and fill a novel (says someone who can't do it!! Write a novel that is, not ramble on forever—that I most certainly can do!), but those three modes take more than people give them credit for I think. I am taking their lead and stopping now before I over-labor all my points.

Well, after this at any rate. I got the spotty blue bike on the way home tonight. (It is spotty, but not blue. Very strange.) It went so perfectly with my striped skirt. It was unexpected pattern mixing! Now I'll stop talking. Now. Yep.

The Outfit Top: Ishka Skirt: Op-shopped Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

Who wore it better?

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