I've always, and I mean always, worn what I wanted without too much regard for what was in style. After all, I'm a pale skinned, red-headed, modest dresser. I made my own styles. And surprisingly, many times I was ahead of the game. What I wore one season would come in style the next year. It was uncanny. At other times though I was behind the curve and by the time I got something it was past its prime. But when you're a little nobody like me, who cares? Now in my fifties, and with a matronly (read fat) figure it is impossible to look stylish. (See below: I look TOP heavy in that outfit when I really have a fairly even hourglass figure.)
So Today I am Serious!
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