YO, MOOKS. And, also, ho, ho, ho mooks. For, lo, the baby Jesus is upon us and He’s a total stickler for what we wear, favouring twinkling this and glittering that, and a whole lot more coruscation going down.
At this point, please insert the usual line about sequins destroying the planet. Then, add more deets about some coves’ spangles (Aspiga’s, for instance) being recycled. Next, say that we should be purchasing five garments or fewer a year to save old Mother Earth, when we’re actually caning 28.
Can I go back to perving over clothes now? These can totally be clothes you already own. In fact, my sense of what one might sport this Yule is basically what I proposed last year, only still more supine.
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