But they sure like my lace (in pant-suit/pyjama/sexy negligée/fancy knickers form). And although Montreal's Dress to Kill Magazine cropped out my face, I bear no hard feelings. On the contrary, I'd like to thank them for featuring my middle half on their blog, for though I was not dressed with the intention of killing someone and dressed more so with the intention of hopefully ending up at a stylish slumber party, I would like to assure them that they made the right decision in choosing me, since as you may recall, I am a true appreciator of apparel that can compensate for a lack of pepper spray or personal grenade launchers when promenading down dark alleyways at midnight.
Give this a gander for the full blog post and then check in tomorrow for my first full reminiscent memoir on Montreal Fashion Week over at Miss-Sly.com.
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