“the only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. it is never of any use to oneself.” // o. wilde
if i thought for even the quickest of self-centered moments – that any word, or combination thereof i’ve committed to screen would be construed as any form of advice, encouragement or persuasion; a red heat would inevitably creep into my cheeks and i’d scurry away with my tail between my legs and close up shop; or at the very least edit, edit, edit to within an inch of its digital life.
i’d be remiss if i didn’t make it clear that this has alway been an exercise in self-interest – predominantly superficial, primarily sartorial and occasionally existential – as in, my own. should anyone else find themselves hidden in between the lines, i’d be plumb thrilled, of course i would – but trust, that that’s not really been my aim. who am i anyway, to dole out advice? i can sometimes make a dinner out of a bag of cheetos.
there comes a time in every woman’s life where she must do something she vowed never to do – and today, i have taken it upon myself to tell you what i believe to be the fundamental four – those pieces that were you to upgrade, trade, or, i apologize for this, to invest in – these would be it.
➝ source : martha scarf via shrimps // whimsical, but never twee. a sense of humor is important & you’ll be warm.