Happy Monday my delicious little pickled herrings, how’s every little thing?
Me? I’m great. I got my beloved brother all married up on Saturday and that was fun, inasmuch as anything in Denton, Texas can ever be described as fun. It was a small courthouse wedding, the bride looked flawless and appropriate and –miracle of miracles– I managed to sit through bad Tex Mex AND the inane ramblings of various family members without any bloodshed which was achieved WITHOUT ALCOHOL through the cunning use of staring at the Real Madrid vs Atlético Madrid match until blood came out of my eyes. Kinda like this.
Oh Saint Iker, I’d like to observe YOUR feast day, if you know what I mean. sigh.
Right, where were we? Brother got married, Iker Casillas being hot…OH! Right, fashion-y things. The past two months or so haven’t really been fashion-centered and I thought I’d shed a little light.
Doing sales posts are boring and it’s mostly for clothes I wouldn’t put on my body and thus can’t wholeheartedly recommend to you. Since sometimes we make money –a very little bit of money, but money nonetheless– off these affiliates (not all stores are affiliates but some are) it’s a bit of a sticky wicket because it could look like I’m recommending clothes that I wouldn’t personally wear just to make a quick buck. So although there are alley cats and federal lobbyists who can only aspire to my lack of morality in my personal life, professionally-speaking I really try to keep everything above board. It’s a curse, but I live with it.
So that means I can only recommend things I’d let come in contact with my own alabaster epidermis, but when I do post Plumcake-approved items? Complaints galore. Too expensive, too formal, too painful, too protected by the Endangered Species Act of 1973 blah blah blah. it wears on a girl. Besides, if giant pandas didn’t want to be turned into coats they should’ve picked a less convenient color scheme.