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)
It’s niche, sure, but necessary; here’s how to ace dressing for winter with the help of your sunshine regalia. (This article was originally published on Fashion Fix Daily)
The time to deck your nips out in glitter is now, people. Consider your body a dance floor and your boobs the disco ball. ✨ (This article was originally published on Cosmopolitan)
Current status: wearing pyjamas as standard daytime attire. And you know what? It’s the dreamiest decision I’ve ever made. (This article was originally published on ASOS Likes)