Smaggle
I talk about women with strange hair...
I couldn’t be bothered taking my shampoo, conditioner, hair dryer, hair wax, mousse, mist and gel away with me for the weekend so I just took my turban instead. I was actually laughed at for wearing this today. I walked into another office (where everyone is under the age of twenty and apparently exempt from the office dress code because the standard uniform appears to be thongs and jeans) and there was a group of young girls who stopped talking and stared at me. Then the leader of the group rolled her eyes and they all started laughing. It was so weird and childish. I’m not at all offended (I’m not too keen on taking fashion advice from the Plumber’s Crack and Plastic Nails Association) but just fascinated that people still do that. Bless them. They are probably right out of high school, still reeking with insecurity and vehemently dissing any article of clothing not currently carried in FCUK. What a sad little existence for them. Well, that’s what the mature Lady Smaggle thought anyway. The real Lady Smaggle thought ‘Get FCUK-ed you mangy little bitches. I happen to be channeling Nancy Cunard. Maybe if you tore your eyes away from your mobile phone for a second you might see that dressing like a clone of Jordan is nasty. Just like your skanky white tracksuit pants. And wash your damn face. Don’t just keep troweling your make-up over last night’s crust. Oh and one more thing - The Pussycat Dolls suck. They are strippers. Not singers. Take their dumb-arse song off your ring tone.’
* Skirt from Sportsgirl
* Opaques from Myer
* Boots from Payless
* Shirt thrifted
* Obi belt thrifted
* Brooch thrifted
* Turban from Ebay
* Ring from Mr Smaggle from Dubai
* Ring Smaggle made
I feel so much better now…
Feel free to have a little rant in the comments section below. It’s surprisingly liberating. Have a rant about anything! Bad drivers, hideous work colleagues, loser ex-boyfriends. The sky’s the limit for Hava-Rant Monday!
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx
I talk about women with strange hair...
I couldn’t be bothered taking my shampoo, conditioner, hair dryer, hair wax, mousse, mist and gel away with me for the weekend so I just took my turban instead. I was actually laughed at for wearing this today. I walked into another office (where everyone is under the age of twenty and apparently exempt from the office dress code because the standard uniform appears to be thongs and jeans) and there was a group of young girls who stopped talking and stared at me. Then the leader of the group rolled her eyes and they all started laughing. It was so weird and childish. I’m not at all offended (I’m not too keen on taking fashion advice from the Plumber’s Crack and Plastic Nails Association) but just fascinated that people still do that. Bless them. They are probably right out of high school, still reeking with insecurity and vehemently dissing any article of clothing not currently carried in FCUK. What a sad little existence for them. Well, that’s what the mature Lady Smaggle thought anyway. The real Lady Smaggle thought ‘Get FCUK-ed you mangy little bitches. I happen to be channeling Nancy Cunard. Maybe if you tore your eyes away from your mobile phone for a second you might see that dressing like a clone of Jordan is nasty. Just like your skanky white tracksuit pants. And wash your damn face. Don’t just keep troweling your make-up over last night’s crust. Oh and one more thing - The Pussycat Dolls suck. They are strippers. Not singers. Take their dumb-arse song off your ring tone.’
* Skirt from Sportsgirl
* Opaques from Myer
* Boots from Payless
* Shirt thrifted
* Obi belt thrifted
* Brooch thrifted
* Turban from Ebay
* Ring from Mr Smaggle from Dubai
* Ring Smaggle made
I feel so much better now…
Feel free to have a little rant in the comments section below. It’s surprisingly liberating. Have a rant about anything! Bad drivers, hideous work colleagues, loser ex-boyfriends. The sky’s the limit for Hava-Rant Monday!
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx