I think it was only this summer that I decided to grow a decent pair and start wearing white. Vogue said wear white so as an active For-Vogue-says-so basher, I decided to try and forget about all the misconceptions I had (I mainly had one let’s be honest: fat thighs) and slip my lower limbs into white pieces of fabric.
Style & Red wine
So I don’t know about you guys but once I’m over the slight depressive state that the 1st day of September brings (I was that girl sobbing loudly and listening to Wake me up when September ends by Green day on full blast the floor below yours, keeping you up at night – soz) I get super excited about the new season!
Looking back at my last few posts, you must start thinking that my only way is flamboyant or else and that I probably belong on a float at the next Gay Pride (I was working during the Notting Hill Carnival, some of us had to take that one for the team and sustain the English economy while you lot where downing cans of Red Stripes while twerking against the Notting Hill Gate station staircase – classy) but I do dress quite normal (meaning I can only wear one bright colour at once) most of the times but don’t necessarily blog about it. So this is my erratum people, a sober Frankie for you then.