Fashion faux pas for the 50s (nearly)


All I want is a top. Perhaps, two tops. Okay, definitely three. That’s all. It’s not like I’m asking to take Aidan Turner’s inside leg measurement, is it?

Actually, I think wiping down Poldark’s excess sweat would be a much easier challenge than being a near-50-year-old searching for clothes. Continue reading “Fashion faux pas for the 50s (nearly)”