I once had an boyfriend who said he couldn’t stand it when I wore those “Grandma clothes”. He was, of course, referring to my penchant for vintage fashion and my predilection for eclectic glamour, which at that stage, I had just started to experiment with. Incidentally, I am no longer with the chap, and have since heard he has moved onto a very exciting life with a less geriatrically-inspired wife in the ‘burbs.
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