My star sign said I should go on diet. It seems a little harsh to tell a twelfth of the population (if not more because October, I think, produces lots of either January Summer Fling or Cold Winter Night babies) to lose some weight! I have been organising my clothes stash according to the success I think I am going to have when I start what I am calling, instead, my wellness eating plan—I was going to do it before the stars ordained it so! I am putting all my crazy thrifted finds that 'don't quite fit' into a series of boxes that start at 'Maybe in a couple of kilos or so' to 'Um, I don't think you would have ever fitted into that, even when you were eight'. Phew! There are quite a few items I have been hiding away. If you see me go anywhere near a choccy biscuit please remind me of my obligation to you to be able to go as long as possible without presenting you with an outfit you have already seen, and that the only way to do that is to fit into these waiting gems. I need you to be strong for me, don't let me down. But just be careful because Librans don't like to be told what to do, and get a bit snarky when you take their choccy biscuits from them. This Libran anyway.
Thanks to my co-photo editor today, V2.
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