HOOTS, DOTS & DAISIES
And you could think that I look crazy, but you’d also know that I probably don’t have any spare hoot to give. And if you have any yourself, throw them away. Chuck them in the bin, and chuck your bin in a bigger bin. No hoots shall ever be given on here. None.
I met a very lovely woman today and she asked me if we could work together on her style and what would be appropriate for her to wear since she was in her early 40s. She’s too spoilt with hoots, she has waaaay too many of them to give. 20, 30, 40, 60, you should be wearing YOU.
I’m going to be 28 in two weeks, we’re heavily pushing for 30 here – watch us.
But my polka dots and my ice rockets printed skirt (I have the same in real size in my freezer, as you do) are not going anywhere. I woke up feeling as fresh as a daisy, the sun was blatantly happy to show us what it’s made of, I simply wanted to slip into something really crazy, to channel the craze going on in my body at that moment: HEEEEEEY SUMMER! Now you see where the pompon sandals and the rockets come from? Someone obviously got too excited! But all in all, it was me wearing me, regardless of my age. AH!
Always a pleasure,