What you are about to read was written by my eight year old niece. Its scary that this is the image she has of me but at least she thinks I'm pretty cool. I am proud that she writes this well, has a mind of her own and thinks its absurd to be a "fashion diva". Note: It has been minimally edited but the words, grammar and punctuation are hers.
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I have this fashion diva aunty. Her name is S___ S_______ and she loves fashion. She is always trying to stay fit. She goes jogging, eats diet food and lifts weights to stay in shape. She has sunglasses, make-up, designer clothes and my Mum and other Aunties don't even do that. She is also cool, she says she is going to take my friends and I to the movies and the mall. We are going to see Bratz the movie (again) and probably she'll buy us something. If she does that I will be so happy and my friends will be happy too. Now you know about my fashion diva aunty and probably next time I'll wirte about my annoying cousin!
Individually each of these pieces make a stunning focal point. But they could even be combined together against ice white furniture to create a "floating" room effect - great for small spaces
Because of my colouring people expect me to have some "junk in my trunk". Alas I don't. Yup i'm right down there with Paris Hilton :$. Tried everything - squats, leg lifts, supercreams - and nothing's worked. I know there are others out there who feel my pain, irrespective of colour (no) thanks to J-Lo, Beyonce and Britney
So now i'm thinking what about padded knickers ?? LOL. However it just feels like cheating. You know.... perpertuating a myth... And even if the false butt does assist in the man dept the truth shall eventually out. Ha Ha.
I don’t know about you but "Sugar" isn't just another internet social network for me. Its a haven. I come here to indulge my inner fashionista, revel in celebrity gossip, obsess over IT bags and ogle TV hotties. You know, simple pleasures.... away from critical eyes of the cultural & intellectual snobs I interact with everyday
I love dressing up, pulling off a new look etc. I do it FOR ME. Therefore I am so sick and tired of:
- patronising male colleagues who think I am an equal-opportunity bubble-head
- lecherous older male colleagues who think I dress up to attract them and call me names such as "seniorita" and "darling"
- egotistical younger male colleagues who think I'm going to the effort to 'snag a stag' before my ovaries shrivel up and die
- Venomous female colleagues of the "jumper & jeans" brigade who resent my appearance for reasons including (but not limited to) feminism
(ironic eh?), vanity, spendthriftiness, attention seeking and sexual immorality (I wish!)
I am a lipstick wearing, high heel adorning engineer. An aberration within my real life community. An outsider. Today was a toughie… just joined a new team so I’m going through the song and dance of proving my capacity (yet again) to “the boys”. Oh yes, also found out my new supposed girlfriends are having a party and they “forgot” to invite me. Hmmm …Do I over dress? Am I annoyingly keen to be friends? Perhaps... Too old and sleek for these highschool games? You betcha!
On a cheerful note my metallic blush baby Stam arrived today. See, that’s why I love it here. YOU know what that is and you think it’s fabulous too. Mwah
but at least she thinks I'm pretty cool. I am proud that she writes this well, has a mind of her own and thinks its absurd to be a "fashion diva". Note: It has been minimally edited but the words, grammar and punctuation are hers.
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