Turning over a new leaf, I went to bed early last night and woke up early this morning - a simple feat for most people, but requiring a huge effort for me. I run/walk around, get a coffee, come back home, surf my go-to websites which are too shallow or politically controversial to mention when you hardly even know me yet, and think "I wonder what I can post about in my next blog? I cant force it though. I guess I'll just have to wait" Then BAM. Style.com never fails me! Karl Lagerfeld, WHY DO YOU TEASE ME SO!?
It reminded me of an incident a few years back when he came out with his one-time line for H & M. I made it early to the Michigan Ave store, fought the crowds and ended up with this black see-through top that was 2 sizes too small. Attached to the sheer black bodice it had a super-starchy, abnormally-tall white collar. Signature. Karl Lagerfeld freaking signature. And what did I do? I decided for the first time in my life not to buy something in hopes of losing weight to fit into it - like a stupid fat moron. Years later I'm at least 2 sizes smaller and that wonderfully cheap piece of fabulous Karl Lagerfeld is probably in some unappreciative, loser girl's closet in Wisconsin.
But isn't Karl sweet? So sweet.
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