Last night, at the end of a desperate shopping session look-but-not-buy (what the British call it, much less awkwardly, window shopping), when I finally set about closing all tabs Wish temporary and never will come true (two hours long and will be superseded by new desires altrattanto burning in a vicious circle of which I'm ashamed enough), I noticed a pattern of behavior is inaccurate: the frou frou . A
frou frou (which, excuse me, I'd rather write fru-fru , in a somewhat 'hick, which makes me much more sympathy) mostly pink, and mostly of Miu Miu (EYE: If you are going to click on the link will open a window from which released a disturbing piece of music that if you are at work or at the library, you will sgam in two seconds):
Looking back on my choices with hindsight, it should be said that there are not too fru fru, combined with a jeans and plenty of experience (ie: any fishable jeans from my closet) could not even assume a fru-fru.
For those interested in this Miu-Miu fru-fru (sorry, but I would not have survived for me to keep this very sad joke), can be found here and here
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