there comes a time in every girls life when she ponders the merits of a sugar daddy … given that gail sorronda has just produced the most ridic collection ever that time has come for me (em).
i like, really really need this shit … it’s fucking epic! and it’s not like i just want one thing i want the whole effing lot. the severity of my need for those flared black pants is acute and i think i would look kooky and mysterious wearing that weird hat too. and if i did have a sugar daddy i would probably need that tulle and sequin confection of a cocktail dress to wear to posh restaurants.
i have never had a perfectly tailored black jacket with cuffs, so that in itself justifies that piece and if i had the white layered shirtdress then i could dress up as the creepy girl from the ring next halloween.