My survival policies in personal fashion seem to revolve around the simple rule to not look ridiculous. Ranging from the obvious to the sublime, it’s taken for granted by everyone. For instance, a ten gallon hat just won’t cut it. You’ll run the risk of being accused of taking things to their literal extreme if you wear a tank-top. A big belt with huge buckle will only work if you're from Texas or your name happened to start with an “E” and ends with an “lvis” and you have a penchant for turning people's attention to your hip area.

Reading what I just read, I’m pretty glad that the mainstream world has not picked up on my actual needs and personal wants. Part of the charm of plus size fashion is that they require personal wisdom. Personal wisdom is a pearl when you share it in a personal way, distributing it to the masses makes it look like a survival tool to a hostile world.

Yes, life is far easier when you can tuck a strip of news about the wild doings of a rich socialite in a far away corner of an unknown server than to discard it in a soon to be forgotten pile somewhere in the corner of your private space. Having said that, I think I’m gonna gather all those magazines, put it somewhere where it’ll lend a neat appearance to my place and then fix myself a tad late supper.

posted by generousfashions  # 10:39 AM