It’s Friday. I love Fridays, and not just because it’s the last day before the weekend. I love them because at my work we are allowed to wear jeans on Fridays.
In case this photo is misleading, I do actually wear a top to work, even on Fridays.
Now, I’ve had jobs where I could wear jeans all the time, and I really didn’t care. Continue reading
High fashion, I guess
It’s always a bit shocking to me that there are people out there who care about fashion. I don’t mean wanting to look nice and not strangely dated – I understand that. I mean the people who really care: the people who know designers by name and what stylistic quirks said designers are known for, who know what this season’s colours are and will buy those colours for that reason alone, who can’t wait for the next Vogue magazine to come out, who watch that fashion channel on TV, who then discuss it – those people. Continue reading
My One Precious Life 