Something that has always impressed me about my step mother is her sense of style. I mean, she will be well into her fifties but I have more than once heard my peers admit (quite openly, and fowardly) how attractive she is to them. And they're mid twenties - perhaps it's the candid-cum-blase way they speak about it, but it still sits oddly with me. I hope that's not an inappropriate thing to say.
Undeniably she's a chic woman though. It's awesome and bizzare to be able to share a wardrobe with her. (Her throw-outs are always epic in proportion and very fruitful for the poorer among us). You must understand that my ma is half my height and 1-2 sizes bigger than me, so generally we don't share.
Anyway, throw out = leopard print leggings. She's the only woman her age that I know of who has, and can pull off, leopard print. It's that Milanese chic, that vivre that she has - which is most usually a hit as opposed to a miss - that makes her a stylish woman.
Sometimes these people can teach you that there are really no boundaries when you love fashion. You just have to go with what works for you.
You can, however, in this picture, see that I both my face and my cleavage is looking very tired - so I shall retire. Take it easy, Ether. Happy easter.
I'll get to fashion week later.
