I’m just a girl, standing in front of a bloat, asking it not to fuck with her outfit.
In which I wax lyrical about my metamorphosis from mere mortal to suit-clad superhero and implore you to join my well-dressed squadron.
Disco tits! Glitter boobs! Bedazzled bangers! ICED GEMS! Swarovski slammers! Majestic mammaries! Blinged-up babylons! Jazzed-the-fuck-up jugs! Whatever you call ’em, they’re part of my collection with Ruth Melbourne.
I feel it’s only right to bestow upon you this crucial piece of clothes-based info: Warehouse is where it’s at. (This article was originally published on The Debrief)
It’s a hard job but someone’s got to do it. (This article was originally published on The Debrief)
Pull up a seat and whip out your notebook because you’re about to be schooled in the art of sale shopping. (This article was originally published on Fashion Fix Daily)