Six Degrees of Separation

Dear… Who by the way?… No matter.

*Posh Pride*’s statistics have just exploded after the publication of the last post “Paper Couture=No Future!”, that’s why Cayce and I simply decided to come out on strike.

What do you think readers?! You imagine only because you suddenly are thousands to read us we have to feel a kind of pressure?

No way: we’re too lazy and my brain almost dissolved by writing the PC post. I had to keep it in the fridge for a while, feeding it with the worse trashy sl newspapers, and moulding it again with my own hands before being able to use it. That’s why for this new post, I decided to return to the basics with a classical style’s description… But don’t worry: in French theatre we’re in used to say we must “leave the audience to a frustration’s feeling”… In a less fake intellectual way, we could call that a cliffhanger. As a consequence, just know if you’re frustrated enough by the three or five posts which will follow, you’ll be more surprised and pleased to realize later we have a lot of hot news and gossips in reserve…

But let’s speak about my today look. I’ll be short because I know you all think my posts are always too long, and it’s a real pain for “fashionistasses” to be focused during more than 87 words (age of Coco Chanel when she died. God bless this bitch!)… And I’m already beyond this limit!

I was invited by my worse enemy, Carla, to teach a teenagers’ group some tricks about fashion and rules of “savoir-vivre”. She begged me something like: “I know you’re french and intolerant but please don’t make bad jokes about their bad skins: they are in a spotty age, as you know…” Of course I did not precise I don’t: I never had such a problem: I was frozen by my parents from 13 to 21 years old. Thanks mum & dad… She also added: “Try to forget your *Posh Pride* tag for some hours: treat each one of them as an equal; speak to these kids as if you were level with them”…

Well well well… First of all, I wanted to make these young beings understand that seeing and listening to me was a precious present. Therefore I chose to wear several items with delicate ribbons and bows to personify a gift wrapping everybody would love to unwrap (diamond bow earrings, mirror wrapped by a ribbon for the necklace, bows on the sleeves…). Secondly, as I knew I would hardly enforce myself not to make any remark about their faces devastated by acne, I put on a polka dot skirt to express my compassion… And eventually as it would have just killed me to simply keep my posh mouth shut, I decided to wear the higher hair I could find in my inventory, just to let them know there will always be at least six degrees of separation between them and me the diva…

You’ll notice the colour and the shape of the crazy high bun (something between Marge Simpson and an atomic mushroom) perfectly remind the golden dots of the skirt, and so does the small round mirror of the necklace… Yes, details are a question of life and death.

“That’s all”. Oh no ! I need all the posh sl fashionable people to demonstrate so that our blog can be linked in Fashion World of SL !!! Thank for us which means for yourself as wel…

Hair: Ghost in pale brow by Coif

Skin: Naomie skin in gold by *REDGRAVE*

Top: Shirt from the Claire Black outfit by LBD

Skirt: Gold dot skirt by Creamshop

Socks: Over the knees socks by LicoLico

Shoes: Mary Geos in cream by Shiny Things

Earrings: Diamond bow earrings by Paper Couture

Necklace: Heirloom pendant by Paper Couture

Nails: Naked french nail gloves by Nevermore

Bag: The blossom bag in black by Paper Couture