It was easier when I wrote the fashion and beauty blog for Bravo, because I had the pressure of a weekly column to keep me in the loop. Now? I’m (scary horror music) admittedly a bit behind on the trends.
In an effort to alleviate some work-related guilt, I raided CVS yesterday and returned home with a stack of September issues. My plan was to read them this morning, and by noon know whether or not the new hemline was scandalous or conservative, or if the smokey eye had made it’s thirtieth consecutive appearance on the fall runways (my bet is on yes).
So, I sat down with a cup of coffee and my fresh stack of glossies, and was only two pages into Vogue when I realized that someone had been there before me. There was a faint smell of shaving cream, and a note on page two. I recognized the handwriting as my husband’s, and he had left comments. Lots of comments.
I present to you, a man’s take on women’s fashion.
Admission: I had to look up the word “defenestrate.” It means “to throw something or someone out the window.”