Fifty shades of grey dresses.............

Superfluous is as superfluous does. Straining your retention of the quintillion grey frocks in my miasmic archive; I'll spare you being vexed by which is which by spreading them over time. This cascading cotton frock exudes a modicum of dreaminess. Nothing you'll alert the media about.

Not documented are the low sloping underarms and razor back detail. Attempting to be staid yet sleazy I donned this black lace razor backed cammi. Naughty, age inappropriate, girl.

A spate of exotic stone and turquoise chokers. All but one made by Susan Skinner. She hates me now you know. Dig it!

To be honest, the queue of people that find me abhorrent circles the globe. Wheeeee. I'm so popular!