In addition to needing glasses to see much of anything more than two feet in front of my face, I can barely sit next to an open window without sunglasses on even the cloudiest of days.
Now that summer is here it’s time for a new pair of prescription shades so that I can avoid squinting in the sunlight and to make out the signs during Chicago’s street festival season. I think I’ll go try on the flowery Ralph Laurens this week, but if you see these Dolces in my price range, let me know!
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Tagged balenciaga, dolce & gabbana, fashion, ralph lauren, shopping, style, summer, sunglasses
All women break their underwear down into two basic categories: Touch Me Now and Touch Me Never. Any woman who tells you otherwise is a damn dirty liar. Except for maybe nuns – I’m not sure they have much of a choice in the first place.
Touch Me Now knickers (I refuse to type or say the p-word aloud) are pretty self-explanatory. We wear them to be seen or felt, if in no other place than our imagination. You’d be surprised how high the self-esteem meter will go just by putting a cute pair of Hanky Pankies on beneath your jeans.
Touch Me Nevers are a bit trickier. They’re often the stereotypical Granny pair – high-rise cotton, baggy butt, generally unattractive even on Miranda Kerr - but worn for different reasons:
Honestly, men, there’s not a whole lot that you can do with this information, but I find it helps to get into the mind of your opponent before a big match. Be mindful of the VPL…that definitely puts you on the bad side of Touch Me Never territory, so don’t waste your energy.
Also, men take no for an answer. Just a FYI.
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Tagged angela kohler, blogging, blogshop, chicago, coastal glasses, denim shirt, derek cardigan, design, design love fest, fashion, gap, gif, i heart blogshop, photoshop, scarves.net, smashbox, social media, style, western shirt
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Dear Mom,
I don’t know how you expect me to lead a happy and fulfilled life after you’ve raised me. I mean, you seriously effed my future in the following ways:
Look at this miserable kid and her 80s feminist mother. There was no hope for me from the get-go.
