Phew
I have to say it here because I'm chronically shy about posting in blogs and such and I enjoy TLo too much to risk any kind of fuss but...
I don't care that they liked Gretchen's outfit. It kicks off my dance PTSD something fierce and then, when my stomach has stopped trying to do the twist, I'm stunned by the simplicity and yawn-fest of it. Trust me. I had a tinsel skirt, too. When I was SEVEN. It came with a matching wig and I did a number to "The Locomotion" while wearing it. Even then, I had enough sense to know that tinsel skirts were UNCOOL.
And, godinheaven, those boots? No, honey. Just no. It is also not advisable to apply a tourniquet to your model's wrist and tell everyone it's a cuff bracelet. She might need that hand later. Seriously. Cut it off. The bracelet, not the hand.
Also... Why was there no love for that stunning red dress?
There. I feel better. I should write shmoop and shout about Wooly Balls.
I don't care that they liked Gretchen's outfit. It kicks off my dance PTSD something fierce and then, when my stomach has stopped trying to do the twist, I'm stunned by the simplicity and yawn-fest of it. Trust me. I had a tinsel skirt, too. When I was SEVEN. It came with a matching wig and I did a number to "The Locomotion" while wearing it. Even then, I had enough sense to know that tinsel skirts were UNCOOL.
And, godinheaven, those boots? No, honey. Just no. It is also not advisable to apply a tourniquet to your model's wrist and tell everyone it's a cuff bracelet. She might need that hand later. Seriously. Cut it off. The bracelet, not the hand.
Also... Why was there no love for that stunning red dress?
There. I feel better. I should write shmoop and shout about Wooly Balls.