I hate shopping. Clothes shopping.
I’ve been living in sweats and jeans the last five years, shopping hasn’t been a high priority.
Writing does not require Couture, PJs are just fine and acceptable. Authors apparently require a bit more expansive wardrobe.
So I went shopping and came back with nada, the perks of living in NYC were missed today.
When choosing something gala worthy I find sleek lines are best and black is minimalist, modern cool.
Stick to the basics with an edge. Guaranteed this biker chick won’t be wearing a dress.
And always be comfortable in your skin, preferably exposing just the right amount of it.
Modeling was my job where talented stylists threw fabu’ designer clothes on me.
Today I’m in control, it feels liberating and grown up.