I never thought I’d do this. I mean, if you’d asked me a couple years ago if I would ever read Vogue and enjoy it, I would say:
But, even though I really only watch it to make fun of high fashion (I mean, some of those colors…ugh!) I still compliment and to someone who likes interior designing I might even sound coherent. This would frighten my tiny five year old self to death.
“You LIKE this stuff?!” My cute little self would sqeak.
I would nod solemnly and reply, “It’s fun to laugh at how ridiculous some of these dresses are. Look! Who pairs those two colors tog—”
“STOP!” Chibi me would shriek. “For the love of Tolkien, stop!”
I wouldn’t heed little Chib-me’s words, and continue gushing about dresses and colors and design and GOOD LORD WHO DESIGNED THAT GARBAGE BAG IN THE GUISE OF AN OUTFIT?!
IS SHE EVEN WEARING A SKIRT?
Chib-me hangs her tiny head in shame and shakes her head. She’s so disappointed. Awww.