Okay people...listen up. I held my tongue and didn't go on a frothing rampage about the whole 'wearing-pajama-pants-in-public' pandemic, and now look what's happened.
It's spreading like Kim Kardshian's arse-cheeks from the midwest to Hollywood to the runways of New York.
It's spreading like Kim Kardshian's arse-cheeks from the midwest to Hollywood to the runways of New York.
Lord have mercy. How difficult is it to drag your lazy butt off the couch and throw on a pair of jeans before leaving the house? And putting it on the runway? Puh-leez!!! As if people in the midwest need any more encouragement this time of year to wear anything that resembles a pup tent with an elastic waistband.
So...I feel it my duty...nay, my social obligation to cry out against the latest rash of fashion-trend-travesty...
...the Snuggie...
...in public...
Seriously LeAnn. Stop the madness. You're killing me.
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| Styled for LeAnn Rimes by Miss Bea Heyvin |
1 comment:
Or at least eat a sandwich LeAnn. Put a shape beneath the clothes...
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