Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories. (And talking about herself in third person)
Okay, words never fail me. I can't decide which element is the worst. The Crocs? The shorty patterned socks? The unironed shorts? The short-sleeved business shirt ... or is that a business-imitating cowboy shirt? I wish this picture was an animation - President Bush's wave makes me giggle.
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as: Cleo Twyford Who trips over a lot in: Melbourne, Victoria, AU
About Me: Confession: I am really bad at reverse parking
Confession 2: I have an inner Evil Bridesmaid Confession 3: I have mastered fridge-grazing as a meal option Confession 4: There is a committee in my head and sometimes they are loud. Yes, okay you can shut up now. I said shut up. Sorry about that. See my complete profile
Okay, words never fail me. I can't decide which element is the worst. The Crocs? The shorty patterned socks? The unironed shorts? The short-sleeved business shirt ... or is that a business-imitating cowboy shirt? I wish this picture was an animation - President Bush's wave makes me giggle.