I am too busy at work to have complete thoughts today so have gone to the comments for this one. Thanks P/O.
“Chokers: soon to be back in style?”
God, I hope not,
Dorigen and P/O,
May I first just point out that I 100% have Shannen Doherty’s hair from the above picture right now. I was also recently told that I look like Daria, but that I “probably get that comment a lot.”
*Ahem*, I DO NOT get that comment a lot, and I hope to never get it again by NEVER being seen with my arms crossed and in a surly disposition. Wait, I’m sort of surly right now and crossing my arms over this keyboard. Still, thank you, my dear sister, for pointing out that at least I wasn’t told I look like Velma.
Zoinks! I guess you’re right. Anywho, I concur with my sister’s concern about chokers. This happened recently…
…and it is a sign of the Apocalypse. An Apocalypse caused by us all choking ourselves to decadently bejeweled death. Let the neck breath! What? A high neckline isn’t demure enough and you have to cover up the inches between it and your chin? Show us a small patch of skin, so we know you’re still alive.
Confession time: I remember that in the 1990’s (high school) I used to perma-wear a black ribbon knotted around my neck. It would rot off after a couple of months, and then I’d replace it with another.
Now I see fit to judge others, and I thank you to stare.