Fashion mag hag
January 28th 2008 06:16
I have a new obsession - fashion magazines.
Seriously, its getting a little out of control - but everytime I turn around there is another one of those puppies beckoning me with their glossy eyes erm I mean cover, whispering "buy me miss rabbit, you know you want me, you want me bad" (Ok so thats sounding a little porno now)..they wont stop!
Its as if I miss out on buying one, I will miss the fashion advice/tip/random information that may change my life! I keep thinking of all the things I am meant to be saving my pennies for, yet I keep reaching into my pocket/fabulous purse and putting down the cash for these useless publications! I mean, they are pretty and everything but they cost at least $8.00 per go (note to self - just raid the local doctors office in future) and either have loads of lovely but expensive clothes that I should not be allowing my little, easily-led brain to covet, or they are full of the most poxy arse, teeny bopper crappy clothes I've ever seen that would only look decent on a skinny waif. Actually, even then it would look porridge...
You see, I am on a mission to build a "capsule wardrobe" accented by 'key pieces' (i.e. cheapy bargains that are still the same quality as a brand name), and I thought these magazines would help. I admit, I have found a few ideas (hello stomach flattening granny knickers!), but mostly I think I should have saved my money which could have been spent on clothes instead of a magazine showing me clothes that I would never buy in a million years. I'm sorry but bag waisted skirts? Puffy sleeves? High waisted jeans? Jayzus! (insert shocked Irish accent) who, besides a fashion tragic or extremely skinny model would look good in these clothes? Any person with hips (i.e. all real women) is going to look like an elephant that has swallowed a mammoth and is retaining fluid - huge and ridiculous and in a lot of pain (that's from catching a glimpse of themselves in that arsey get-up).
And the sad thing is, I KNOW ALL OF THIS, yet I continue to buy them. They are like sirens, calling to me - I know I am going to get dashed against the fashion rocks, yet I am swayed by their call..Sigh.. I wonder when the next one is out? STOP!
Seriously, its getting a little out of control - but everytime I turn around there is another one of those puppies beckoning me with their glossy eyes erm I mean cover, whispering "buy me miss rabbit, you know you want me, you want me bad" (Ok so thats sounding a little porno now)..they wont stop!
Its as if I miss out on buying one, I will miss the fashion advice/tip/random information that may change my life! I keep thinking of all the things I am meant to be saving my pennies for, yet I keep reaching into my pocket/fabulous purse and putting down the cash for these useless publications! I mean, they are pretty and everything but they cost at least $8.00 per go (note to self - just raid the local doctors office in future) and either have loads of lovely but expensive clothes that I should not be allowing my little, easily-led brain to covet, or they are full of the most poxy arse, teeny bopper crappy clothes I've ever seen that would only look decent on a skinny waif. Actually, even then it would look porridge...
You see, I am on a mission to build a "capsule wardrobe" accented by 'key pieces' (i.e. cheapy bargains that are still the same quality as a brand name), and I thought these magazines would help. I admit, I have found a few ideas (hello stomach flattening granny knickers!), but mostly I think I should have saved my money which could have been spent on clothes instead of a magazine showing me clothes that I would never buy in a million years. I'm sorry but bag waisted skirts? Puffy sleeves? High waisted jeans? Jayzus! (insert shocked Irish accent) who, besides a fashion tragic or extremely skinny model would look good in these clothes? Any person with hips (i.e. all real women) is going to look like an elephant that has swallowed a mammoth and is retaining fluid - huge and ridiculous and in a lot of pain (that's from catching a glimpse of themselves in that arsey get-up).
And the sad thing is, I KNOW ALL OF THIS, yet I continue to buy them. They are like sirens, calling to me - I know I am going to get dashed against the fashion rocks, yet I am swayed by their call..Sigh.. I wonder when the next one is out? STOP!
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