All right already. Just cut it out. I’m fed up with it. Enough is enough. A little bit is quite fun. But this is the bloody limit. P-L-E-A-S-E, can someone negotiate with the Weather Emperor and try to convince his Royal Highness to stop the cold, white, slippery mess!?
Last Thursday night I was sound asleep and dreaming about laying on a bounty beach; a delicious raspberry mojito in one hand, a gossip magazine in the other hand, a very handsome lifeguard behind me waving a palm leaf to make sure the heat stayed bearable… I was just about to ask the lifeguard to rub my back with some sun screen when I heard a rustling noise. Like someone was browsing through a pile of magazines, trying to set a world record. I looked around but I couldn’t spot another creature on this bounty beach, besides the lifeguard and me.
It didn’t happen overnight, I always was that kind of person. As long as I can remember, I’ve been like that. Ever since I was a young, cute little lady, my parents used to mock me. They told me that I reminded them of the fairytale “The Princess and the Pea”. Why? Because I could act pretty spoiled. And because I could act highly sensitive.
Never forget that although someone may wear an article of clothing, a shoe wears you.
Despite the difficulty of clomping around in bamboo stilt Prada wedges or a patent leather construction that resembles a japanese dominatrix’ interpretation from Nina Ricci, the platform twin-towers are wearing us with a vengeance.
My on-again, off-again love affair with chunky high heeled shoes may seem ridiculous for some people. But when you consider the risks of wearing them, it starts to make sense…
Perhaps you missed all the fuzz about Miranda Kerr. When you’re familiar with the fashion/celeb scene or just a sucker for tabloids, that would be quite impossible, but I’ll help you out. This Australian Victoria’s Secret model (sometimes better known as the girlfriend of hottie Orlando Bloom) was the talk of the day this week. Witnessed during a photo shoot for the Australian Grazia, peeps were appalled by missy Kerr’s appearance. She looked shockingly thin!
All throughout my life I’ve never had any problems with this biennial visit. Usually, especially when I was younger, it was a family trip. When I grew older, it became a quite convenient escape in between school hours. If possible, I tried to bend the rules and took more time than necessary for my visit. I just spent some more time reading magazines in the waiting room, not even disturbed by all the drilling sounds for one bit.
Ever woken up with the feeling that a bus ran you over? Or a hurdle of cows. Or a dozen of bulldozers if you like. And don’t lie to me; I’m absolutely sure that everyone has experienced this kind of mornings. With the following thought as immediate result:’ oh my god, I’m never gonna drink a sip of alcohol in my entire life again’…
I don’t know what the case with you guys is, but for me it’s quite obvious. Shopping is a feel-good activity. Some people (a whole lot if you ask me, sometimes I feel surrounded by this category) only buy things they desperately need, like breakfast-lunch-dinner groceries, matches to light the stove, new toilet paper when they ran out and so on. But hey, do these people know it’s really fun, soothing and enjoyable to shop? Not just for the necessary groceries and such, but for just about anything?
Not a girl this time, but a boy is giving you heads up to insane perspectives on hair, make-up, crazy-lifestyle and of course fashion. Fred N is the name, as in Fred, my first name, and N (just imagine what my lastname would be!). For a long time I´ve made…
Just one night of sleep and one morning and afternoon of work and then…. the new blog of Chifff! We can’t wait, you?!?
