… or at least not-so-easy fit.

          

I love shopping and all that comes with it: over-spending, buyer’s remorse, the high of finding that perfect dress on sale, buying cheap and having it end up one of your most-prized possessions... I know it all!

But I’m not what you would call fashion savvy. You know when you see those people who look like style just courses through their veins like, well, blood. They throw something on for a trip to the store, and it couldn’t be any cooler if they had a live-in stylist. Those are my heroes. Dramatic, yes, but they are.

         

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not exactly a lost cause. But usually, when it’s a choice between that extra 20 minutes of sleep and staring at my lackluster wardrobe collection – I choose the former, thank you very much.

So, until I figure out the secret to this fashion flavour that one can’t quite put their finger on… I’ll look on, forlorn, and try to fake the funk.