What Glam Means To Me
Being all chichi. And dressed up to the nines. Can I tell you a secret? I hate the dressing up formally. I really do. Whenever the dresscode reads as Black Tie or Formal, I go just a lighter shade of pale. And inwardly, I cringe. Oh alright, on the outside as well. There’s something about the notion of being all dolled up that really bothers me. I haven’t quite put a finger on it but I suspect it has to do with the stereotypical perception of Formal = the colour Black. You all know how much I loathe predictability. Silver Grey Velvet Duster (Boohoo) | Lace Bra (Poshmark) | Gym Tank (worn inside out, Firedaughter Clothing @ Etsy) | Black Capris (Herban Devi @ Etsy) | Fishnets (Halloween Spirit Store) | Swarovski Embellished Booties (Bakers) | Spiked Clutch (Betsey Johnson, thrifted) | Sunnies (Poshmark) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) THE WORD “PREDICTABLE” OUGHT TO BE BANNED FROM THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE When I think Black Tie (or Formal), my mind immediately conjures up a …