A little hard to trust anyone who wears corduroy.
What men don’t understand is the right clothes, the right shoes, the right make up, it hides the flaws we think we have, and make us look beautiful to our selves, that’s what makes us look beautiful to others.
I’ll write about fashion. And I’ll sleep with history.
I have never understood the fashion for feathers in the hair. Why would a woman want to draw more notice to the fact that she is like a bird squawking for a man’s attention in some bizarre ritual?