I’m currently sat on our hotel room terrace in the Caribbean waiting for breakfast to open (nothing better than a day that revolves round when the restaurants and bars open!) and catching up on all these comments. Absolutely pissing myself. The Americans who just walked past caught me actually snort-laughing to myself. Must think I’m a bit special. Great work ladies!
Here’s my two pence:
Fashion awards - WTF. She wouldn’t know fashion if Olivier Rousteing slapped her round the face with haute couture. No wonder Coca Cola had to invite her. DECLARE YOUR ADS YOU TOSSER! Also, pretty sure she’s working with Greggs the amount she mentions them but she clearly thinks she’s above declaring that too (not exactly luxe is it?!).
Jeans - I don’t even know where to start. They make her look like she’s missing half her shins (maybe she just edited her legs to look like those of a toddler so we wouldn’t be envious of her supermodel long legs). Cheap, nasty and flammable is how I’d describe these monstrosities (jeans, not legs). How on earth she can call herself “Luxe” then flog this tripe is beyond me.
I could go on but I’m going to go wake the other half and drag him to breakfast. Mimosas are calling! (Whispissing Angel is available but it makes me cringe now - she’s ruined that for me!). Happy Friday all!
I get that though as someone who’s also not hyper-interested in having children. So many people are forced into having families they aren’t really interested in. Might as well do what makes you happy.
I shouldn't joke I'm a bad person, I know.
