I started working out about a year ago. Up until last November, I primarily worked from home and I found that because I was so stationary, being isolated also started to feel normal because I was still managing to be productive.
Sometimes it feels as if the marketing departments of stores that I speak of and like, listen in on my telephone calls.
It has been said that style is influenced by several factors.
Somehow ageing has made me become more aware of what is going into my body.
Why don’t people speak the truth about others when they die?
If anyone looked at my saved basket on ASOS (the virtual equivalent to walking around with loads of items in your hand in an actual store) they wouldn’t have the slightest clue as to what is going on in my life.
Luxury has a different meaning for everyone. For some it could be reflected in the types of purchases made and for others it could mean living completely organic lives.
In a world of excess that creates so much uncertainty, minimalism is becoming the new face of desirability as it relates to fashion and lifestyle.
I don’t generally consider myself to be a shy person. But for some reason I always get overly anxious when it comes to taking my own picture (common term selfie).
One of the most painful things for me to do is to wear a new pair of shoes.
Maybe you are tired of hearing it by now, but Happy New Year!
The unwritten rule as it relates to colour co-ordination for certain special events has always baffled me.
Christmas is my favourite holiday but it is also one of the more emotionally awkward holidays.
I’m going to be 30 years old next year. Just publicizing that fact feels awkward.
Every time I come across a scandal in fashion that involves a racist or gesture, I note that there is a standardized processing pattern.
I have the luxury of getting up every morning and being able to freely choose my clothing according to my personal style and how I feel.
Global news overwhelms me, but not acknowledging the world’s state of affairs makes me feel even more miserable.
I can’t attach a single label to my style, simply because it is dependent on too many factors.
At times I am reluctant to share my fascination with dancehall music in certain social settings.
Ever since I migrated, I have had a hard time breaking up with summer. According to my husband, I never truly acknowledge it, I just automatically go into hibernation mode.
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