so on my adventures north i popped in to see my friends at both the st johns oppy and the hospice shop (with pimp new premises may i add) where i found these fantastic genuine leather pants for $4! damnnn that is impressive - and no, i do not intend to cut them off into leather shorts because my name is neither tom nor dick nor harry . .
tee shirt knotting, where would i be without you - well with big saggy shapeless tee's i suppose . . so thank you
peek-a-boo, this purple lipped freak see's you!
black + black + black
for any of you gal's (or that way inclined boys . . ) a cool little trick i've been doing with my lippys is doing a hella dark base shade (in this photo; M.A.C tribalist) and add a much lighter/brighter shade on the inside of my lips (in this photo; M.A.C st germain) i likey the two tone
dark lips, a bitten apple - you see what i'm getting at
jessica simpson - there is very little i respect about you, however these shoes make the cut fo' sho'
speaking of these shoes, i got a right little giggle this weekend when my gorgeous nice billie-paige, fresh out of france, came walking up the hallway with these in her pram all tucked up in a wee blanket - when i asked her why my shoes were getting such lovely treatment she replied 'well aunty sam, didn't you say that they were your babies?' . . ahh the literalness of childhood
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