Quotes About Fashion

You don't want your jewelry to make you look fat. A lot of what's out there now does - you just wind up looking like a Christmas tree.

If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.

A belly laugh A toy from your childhood Your favorite song from high school The number 222 A beach ball A senior citizen in a fashionable hat A smile from a baby A billboard with a message for you

Dressing like a shapeless blob is bad for morale (yours and your mate's; possibly even the baby's). Invest strategically in a few flattering maternity clothes. Then convert cardigans and leggings from your closet into pregnancy gear and brighten your face with lipstick and colored scarves. Attention to these details signals that you are not graduating from "femme" to "maman." You'll be both.

Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.

The only rule is don't be boring and dress cute wherever you go. Life is too short to blend in.

the backs of my heels were raw with weeping blisters

The first thing I did was dye my hair back to a Barbie platinum. (I'm a natural blonde, if you don't count hair color.)

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

She dyed her hair orange, and it has these glittering purple strings in it

If I were a vampire, I think I'd only wear black or dark brown—to hide the stains.

There is nothing that is quite so reassuring in an awkward situation as knowing that one is well turned-out, and while I hope I am not so fainthearted as to require such stratagems, I am not so foolish as to overlook their value.

Lois, as fresh as paint in a slim black suit which showed off her figure and flattered her skin, the white camellia of a blameless life at the newest, smartest angle, and the latest bit of nonsense adorning the auburn waves of her hair.

Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!

And second, the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward.

She wasn't dressed like a student. She wore an elaborate burgundy dress with long skirts, a tight waist, and matching burgundy gloves that rose all the way to her elbows. Moving deliberately, she managed to get down off the stool without tangling her feet and made her way over to stand nest to my table. Her blond hair was artfully curled, and her lips were a deeply painted red. I couldn't help wondering what she was doing in a place like Anker's.

Porque las buenas capas tienen innumerables bolsillitos por los que siento una atracción irracional e irresistible.

the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward.

Hex had forgone his dark blue trenchcoat in favor of a short, black leather jacket. He was wearing a t-shirt that said "I saved the Earth and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." Hex

Jeanie's the type who is only wearing black until they come up with something darker.

You can never have too many hats, gloves, and shoes.

He took me in skeptically. "Darling, the ensemble is fabulous," he said, patting my hand, eyeing my black jacket, black tie, black silk shirt, and heavily pegged black satin pants, "but I'm not so sure about the white sneakers." "But they're essential to my costume." "Your costume? What are you dressed as?" "A tennis player in mourning.

Both dudes wore khakis whose baggy leggings spilled over two pairs of Nike Cortez sneakers so fucking new that if they had taken one shoe off and placed it to their ear like a conch shell, they'd hear the roar of an ocean of sweatshop labour.

Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.