Thursday, 31 October 2013

Why People Fail at Life

A fascinating place

Iolo Technologies - IOLO is a scam

Iolo Technologies - IOLO is a scam.

Iolo Technologies Reviews and Complaints @ Pissed Consumer

Iolo Technologies Reviews and Complaints @ Pissed Consumer.

 

I had a bad experience with them and am unsure if they are a genuine company or not;they were it appeared on Dell's website but Dell said it was a fake!

The Hidden Gifts of the Financial Crisis | Building Relationship Skills

 

 

b4c57-dscf0471My own work


 

 

The Hidden Gifts of the Financial Crisis | Building Relationship Skills.

Worth looking at

Autumn in the house (Linda Martinez)

Beautiful

Going home

http://youtu.be/XSsPztxFZH8

Dory Previn:Mythical kings and iguanas

Blown away with your smoke

 ???????????????If I go I won’t tell you.

I’ll just disappear one day.

Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,

suddenly has become smaller

and you never noticed it

because you were talking

about the meaning of life

while life was somewhere else

blown away with your smoke

into the sky

and then dispersed

never quite visible again

but still floating on the breeze

hoping to be caught

in a butterfly net

but unable to communicate

except by flying.

If I go it will not be today

but it will be an ordinary day

no one will realise

that it’s that day

that the bird flies

from her nest

to go to a new place

only seeing the deserted nest

he realises,

my bird has flown



Don't love as if

A map's a guide to find a world
Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,
And though you need a map as guide,
Keep your own eyes open wide.

I spent a year caught in a map
Until I found a big enough gap
I crawled out through this exit slit,
So here I am,like some half wit.

Words can act like heroin,
You live so high ,where I have been.
But onto earth I gladly fall.
air the sun the rain is all.

My senses are my lovers long-
My ears,my eyes,my skin,my tongue.
The winds caress my naked flesh,
To dwell on earth is all I wish.

I'll live with mice and birds and plants,
I'll share my food with miscreants
I'll keep my words inside a tin,
And only, now and then,go in.

I'll live with cats and spiders three.
And like a wild flower grow quite free.
I'll give my words to those who hear,
And eventually I'll disappear.

Earth to earth then ash to ash,
When soaked with rain I shall disperse.
My atoms wing like butterflies,
And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised


short eared owl

short-eared durham owl
meditating over the dale's edge,
shadows the fields and folds
in elegant diurnal flight.

on windside,careful sight
may swoop to prey
and away.

your yellow broad-eyed look,
at once both sharp and distant,
holds me.
oh,silence,
oh ,wind on green,
oh. earth,
sky.

immense your held vision,
sphere without centre,
pied geometer of flight,
sketch your descent and ascent.trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.


My MBTI Personality Type - MBTI Basics - The 16 MBTI Types

My MBTI Personality Type - MBTI Basics - The 16 MBTI Types

Photo1744 Photo1745

This is written by a woman who is a novelist.I like her style

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Your face is map enough for me



Your face is map enough for me ,

Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.

And if I want to know the rest

The shape your posture‘s made is best

For showing what your life is now.

A look,a gesture all this show.

Till whom you are is then disclosed

And I am in your arms enrobed.

Love vanishes when analyzed,

And thinking too

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]I Need to Be in Love I Need to Be in Love (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

by Love’s despised

Use the means to fit the end

And then I’ll be what you intend


 


 

All Hallows Eve with Stan and Emile




All Hallows Eve




Have you ever seen a witch or a Spirit pass by?Soon it will be Hallowe'en and it's a strange time of the year.Some people feel and see more than others.





















Hallowe'en




Stan was feeling sad because the clocks had turned back so it was dark at 4pm.His wife Mary was out on her old Raleigh with battery lit lights front and rear.Stan is very vulgar sometimes as it cheers him up.When Mary gets home he did say to her once,You need a light on your behind ....Mary,like the Queen,was not amused.

Emile Stan's cat suggested they go for a walk before sunset and so off they went as they did so  ofte.Stan wore an old green overcoat and a flat cap.Emile was running ahead as he was so excited.Sometimes he sat on the sturdy old man's shoulder on a cat pad.

[On sale everywhere for two pounds ten and sixpence.]

Stan felt his spirits rise as he walked ,The sky was so beautiful striped in blue and peach just like it had been in the Holy Land when he went on a Pilgrimage with other old Catholics from Knittingham Cathedral

How lovely it would be to walk in the wood and feel crunchy leaves under his boots.[From Hotters ] And Emile liked to bury himself in the leaves and leap out as Stan went by.But as they approached the wood a strange sight met their eyes,,,

The trees were full but not with birds.They were full of cats.Big cats,fat cats,thin cats,pedigree cats,mixed race cats,cats of all colors and sized.You can imagine the effect of having a thousand or more cats' eyes staring wildly at you in synchronized glares.Why,it was almost enough to send Stan running home for some brandy.

Emile went nearer.He spoke to a big black cat.What's going on?,he mewed.You are in my territory,

The black cat looked at him with his round green eyes.

We are witches' cats.We have come from all over Great Britain,excluding Northern Ireland as cats are not allowed on the boats now.[ no rats left]..Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve and we are accompanying our multi-ethnic ,multi colored witches on a grand flight over Knittingham...tonight we are having,The Big Sing... at midnight precisely.And then the Big Love In
Did you remember to change the time on your smartphone,asked Emile.All the cats began to giggle and laugh.

We don't need phones or clocks.We go by the stars and the moon...though doubtless the witches have watches.

Do witches have watches?,Emile asked Stan,after telling him why the cats were there.

Old witches have watches,Stan murmured ,mesmerized by the vision of the cats swaying in the gale force winds.Thank God cats have fur,he thought lovingly.Why did he not have fur,he puzzled

Can we have a walk here or not ? he asked testily as the old do.

Well,Sir,do you recall a song from your childhood,If you go down to the woods today,you;'re sure of a big surprise.At your age,is your heart soft enough to stretch when you see five thousand cats...

I am sure I shall be ok as long as the Good Lord does not come here to feed them with five loaves and two fishes
All the cats laughed again.Stan was puzzled how they managed to stay in the trees with wind and giggles and a few scrapping and fighting as tom cats do when lady cats are near.

We are already full of fish supplied by all the local pet shops,markets and goldfish bowls!

How disgraceful, thought Stan,to eat pet goldfish.but owing to the number of crazy cats he decided to keep quiet...As he got nearer he saw a few cats smoking pipes..Well,I never knew cats smoked,he said to Emile.Maybe it's magic mushrooms or coyote,the cat said cheekily

Do you mean peyote?,Stan said querulously.Coyote are animals...Ah,well.you get my drift,Emile replied. cheekily

What was most strange was why this big meeting was taking place in Knittingham.Then he remembered it was the center of the UK...that must be it.Most intriguing to see all these cats.A few even had tartan ribbons on as they were from Scotland.But how did they travel so far.No doubt it was all arranged by the Chief Wizard.

Somehow Stan and Emile felt self conscious as the cats were almost glaring at them,reminding Stan of an occasion when he and his wife had wandered by accident onto a remote beach for nude,suntanned men.The looks they gave the old folk were far from kind as they wore the usual anoraks, old trousers and sunhats.Even Emile had blue  jeans and a mac!

So he and Emile turned round and headed for home... at least they were forewarned of the midnight concert they and Mary would hear.Stan made some tea with twice as many tea bags as usual.as he was concerned he might get PTSD or worse,maybe kittzoscreamia.This poor man was blessed with a  very vivid imagination and weak. long nerves more suitable for an artist

.When Mary came in from the University he called out,,

We have had the most amazing day,Mary....But Mary was wearing a pointed black hat and cloak.... and a big smile.I know what you mean,Stan....I am just off to take a peek myself.She picked up her broomstick and rode away into the darkening sky.~to think one could be both a witch and a mathematician,,though numbers have a certain magic of their own for some humans and even some birds can count




Stan teaches a class a sense of proportion

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[Please ignore the links.My hands are   stiff today]

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Stan was teaching social statistics to a group of elderly neighbors.Since he was 109 it gave them all hope to see him demonstrating his prowess with various techniques.He was planning to do some logic and philosophy too.Annie was sitting by the door so she could answer the bell if any paramedics turned up for tea.
I’m not going to calculate ” the standard deviations” he murmured.”I just want you to grasp the general purpose.”
Deviation,they’re not normal are they?” enquired his neighbor “Henry,an ex-English teacher.”So how can they be standard.It’s confusing..”
“Are you thinking of deviants?” Stan enquired calmly yet firmlililily.”Certainly not,at my age I’m a bit past that!””Still it adds a bit of excitement to the class.” he thought.
How do words in ordinary language relate to those in Statistics?”asked Henry kindlily.
“They are just more precisely defined in statistics.To say someone is a deviant is a rather vague term.”
“No,it’s not!My neighbor is a deviant.He always dresses entirely in yellow.”
“Well,that must be hard to do.Certainly unusual.” Stan agreed boldly.
“But in another country that might be the norm.So it’s a matter of context.In statistics it’s more boring.There’s a formula.It’s totally independent of context.Have you ever wondered why so many mathematicians have more than a touch of Asperger’s syndrome?”

“No,it’s not something that wanders through my mind much”replied Henry
A shudder passed through the room at hearing the wordformula“,which perhaps they considered something of a deviant!Anything with letters and numbers mixed together is certainly not welcome in many people’s minds, along with their more unusual sexual tastes,desires and inclinations which were kept secret even from themselves in many cases.

Time for tea.” called Annie,hoping to divert their attention.She carried in a platter of mouse sandwiches kindly donated by the local ambulance service and some iced Victoria sponge she and Stan had made
the day before.
“Just a quick word about next week.We’ll take a look at ratios and proportions and maybe see how that relates to the concept of rationality.”
“That sounds fun!” Annie called encouragingly.Henry decided to act on a deviant desire and fell onto her lap.”Oh,dear!” she gasped loudly as the chair collapsed under her.”Why can’t you be deviant at home?”
My wife won’t let me!” He kindlily answered.
“And look,” Stan continued,”we’ll have to ring 999.This chair is in fragments.I thought for one day we’d be able to avoid calling them out!”
“Well,life is not controllable.” said a quiet but fierce looking lady with sharp green eyes.”That’s what makes it tolerable
She then greedily consumed a large piece of iced cake .
I can stand the thinking if the cake is good” she whispered to her shy friend Amy.”That’s rather a feeble argument,”Amy retorted.”You can’t really compare cake and statistics.”
“I’ll compare anything I like!” the green-eyed woman snarled loudly.
“You do what you like but you must keep a sense of proportion!”
“Now then,have you rung 999?” Stan queried of Annie.”Yes,here they are,and they’ve got a stretcher for the chair!”
“Well,that’s certainly unusual,even deviant“,Stan thought anxiously to himself.”Where do they get their funding? Is there a fund for distributing money to help chairs which are not normal?






.To be continued..









 

 

 

Take Time to be Forgetful

A good read

Are you REALLY being serious?

A telling tale

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Reverberations










 What a day

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240"]Menorah Menorah (Photo credit: Lawrence OP)[/caption]


Like a piece of ground where bombs go off repeatedly,
my inner landscape is perpetually marked
by these explosions of sorrow,
made all the worse
by the lack of a listening ear,
a warm open heart
or an outstretched hand.

I have constructed a map
but it's incomplete,by its nature;
so even now,I might stumble into an old hole
or a new one,created
by reverberations underground;
the noise like distant music,
a constant drumbeat.

We do not dance
I might call it the Liturgy of Loss,
a dance to the music of rhyme;
Patterns and shapes hold the feelings
and express them.The shape of these forms
is a container for the grief.

In this way,I indicate
that life will go on;I hear the healing music
and sing to its melodies
like a mermaid on the edge of the sea in winter
when the water is cold and green like his eyes,
and the rocks are hard like large fists.Nature can be a symbol for such emotion
we cannot walk without a tear in ech eye
and a softening of our hearts
as tenderly we touch the world
and are touched in turn by each other.Stretch out your hand to meet mine.
We can hold each other better
than each can hold theirself.
Like in sex, the meaning is not the climax
but the giving and being given;
receiving and being received.
The sacredness of the erotic needs no explanation
to a gardener or a fisherman
but may need it for the information saturated,postmodern
who dwell in the fascist virtual reality we call life today


Friendship problems.. nature consoles

http://www.thefriendshipblog.com/my-friend-fbi-interrogator/

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Do you have a friend with no charms?

Do you have a friend who alarms?

Well,go  hug a tree

And  you will then be

Caressed  with nature's own balm

Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Blink (novel) Blink (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

I have no teeth and combless I remain
My hair once silk is now  a  tangled briar..
Men gaze on me with ruthless cold disdain
My visage does no longer light their fire.

I have no mind and so I cannot think
I cannot love nor hate now I grow tired.
Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is that man with   care nd with a desire?

I have no heart,or it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life's long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.

For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crows.

Monday, 28 October 2013

Don’t Read This

Another poet and wordwright...do visit

Easy apple tart

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Kat's cherry pie and vanilla ice cream! Kat's cherry pie and vanilla ice cream! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption][caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Very, very delicious. Very, very easy to make.... Very, very delicious. Very, very easy to make. It has sliced almonds and powdered sugar on top. Would be good with vanilla soy ice cream. Also good with drizzled pure maple syrup, in my opinion. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

375g pack puff pastry, preferably all-butter
5 large eating apples - Cox's, russets or Elstar
juice of 1 lemon
25g butter, cut into small pieces
3 tsp vanilla sugar or 1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tbsp caster sugar
3 rounded tbsp apricot conserve

Method

Heat oven to 220C/fan 200C/gas 7. Roll out the pastry and trim to a round about 35cm across. Transfer to a baking sheet lined with parchment paper.
Peel, core and thinly slice the apples and toss in the lemon juice. Spread over the pastry to within 2cm of the edges. Curl up the edges slightly to stop the juices running off.
Dot the top with the butter and sprinkle with vanilla and caster sugar. Bake for 15-20 mins until the apples are tender and the pastry crisp.
Warm the conserve and brush over the apples and pastry edge. Serve hot with vanilla ice cream or crème fraîche.

Recipe from Good Food magazine,2005

I usually do it on a lower heat for longer.I put in some ground cloves

This is a good source I find

A newly discovered sonnet by William ~Snakeswagger

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Eugène Delacroix's 1825 painting "Louis d... Eugène Delacroix's 1825 painting "Louis d'Orléans Showing His Mistress". (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

 



 My mistress’ eye is like a currant bun

Though she has problems,she is  quite divine

Her bosom is bared,bold out in the sun.

I hope that  what his hers is also mine?

My mistress eye looks fine as it is glass

She lost her marbles playing with a fox

She's good at letting errors whistle past

And mending fuses in that little box.

My mistress dear I gaze upon that breast.

I see her skin is warm and she does sweat.

I too have lusted and I have confessed

But still she gambles and she places bets.

In truth I am as fickle as a weed

but each must act according to his need



 

 

 

Sunday, 27 October 2013

Kind of blue and other colours

Love stained glass

'Jesus Calling' Outselling '50 Shades of Grey'—the Reclusive Christian Writer Behind the Hit Book Series – Tablet Magazine

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'Jesus Calling' Outselling '50 Shades of Grey'—the Reclusive Christian Writer Behind the Hit Book Series – Tablet Magazine.

This is very interesting and amusing

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Why We Should Write | Paradise on Paper

Why We Should Write | Paradise on Paper.

This is intriguing

Writing

To write a novel,do not pick the title first...start writing....You may find it is quite different from what you planned

Roses

I like this advice below

https://medium.com/a-writers-life/46235774681b


 

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Like like the haze of opening leaf buds in spring time....






































I see a light fuzz of hair on your head
like the softness of just opening leaf buds in spring.
The chemo is over,and you wait relieved and letting that
take you for a while before you start to face the next stage.
Will your Spring turn to a warm enchanting Summer
or has the cancer,as they say "spread."
Just for now,you're in that lull
so in three weeks time you will not be
arriving for another session of drugs
and days of sickness.I see the light fuzz which reminds me
of how the cat's fur grew back after her surgery
and she,being unable to reflect or question,
leaped from the fence top onto next door's kitchen roof;
no thought in her mind of stitches breaking.
How beautifully the patterned fur returned
and the vulnerable skin was covered again.
Oh,to look into those eyes and see you dream
about mice that live behind the shed
and how you sat watching for hours
and how you were alive till the very last moment.
Then , all of a sudden,you were gone.

Pray it will not be so for ,the fragile,loving human
now waiting and living,hoping for what you took for granted...
a "normal" life span Or maybe just three quarters of one
would be satisfactory;would be a beneficence
such as trees feel when the sap turns and begins to flow back.
bringing life out of the darkness of earth and soil.
And another Summer comes at the right time
and we find it,shall we say,satisfactory?




 









Hummings and Bawdinesses:Latest Books



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A Stranger's Plan
Disparate remedies
The Refracted Glass Teacher
The Fly Passed Me.
The Excluded and Elaborated Mysteries of the Hellishly used Fields
Far from the Maddeningly Empowered
The Wriggler by the Heels
A Group of Ennobled Charms
The Hand of Othello's Lurcher Bit Me on a Train
Lewd Beyond Cure.
Poetry Abjured
A Dysphorialic Mission,
The Striving Breathed Not
Life's Titted Tyrannies
The Heir was Passing Water at the Bridge
A Mere Interlude ng by Our Foibles
Oxford Booksperms impregnate a Library and Whore!
A Pair of True Lies.
Poems Of The Lost And The Hesitant
The Poor Fruit Of The Ill Covered Tease.
The Return of the Narrative,
The Nomadic Adventures of a Milk Pail
Selected Short Whores
Selected Borings of Jonah's Party
The Taut Chores of the Bawdy
The Crooked And Wearing Tales Of Romulus the Tardy
Stories which Bitch and Bark
Stories of Old Western Sex
Tales come out of Old Puzzles
The Three Dogs in the Manger and other disaffected animals
The Trumpeted stranger.
The Strumpet and Robert's Voluntary Maiden Overtures
Two on the Blower.[Two for the Price  .of a Bone]
Hatch Flu under a Shower...Get Disability Now
True Essences of Males who love Whores
The Uncharted Tarts of Old Anglia
Under the Screaming Tree.Who will Lie with Me?
Under the Green We Feel Free to Wee.
The Well-Reloved Woman
Free Sex Poems and Other Terser Verse
Free Sexy Males Now
The Withered Farm
The Withered Charms
The Grubs Slanders
The Illustrated Writings Of Thomas Bawdy In Hose And Worse.
Blessings from the Charming Visages






Friday, 25 October 2013

New novels for autumn

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]English: The David Sassoon Library in Mumbai, ... English: The David Sassoon Library in Mumbai, India. Français : La bibliothèque David Sassoon à Bombay, en Inde. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240"]Oliver in Knitting Bag Oliver in Knitting Bag (Photo credit: Mr. T in DC)[/caption]

The chick lit capers.
Oliver missed
Higgledy Piggledy
The folded curiosity of hope
Darn it;i'm a Drudge
Martians fizzled out
Bombay and the bun
David's minefields
David's mind feels.
A bleak lookout
Hard rhymes are near again
Little Worrit
A Tale of True Pity
Great Expectorations 2013
Our mutual Ends ,
Our dutiful trends
The mystery of Edwin's Brood.
The history of why men sulk.
Sulks of the dead.
Nursery whines.
Sylvia' plait.
Ted's ruse.
Poet an' all that.
Why we stewed.
The Ultimate Testament
Ultimately Fools

Intimacy Drools

The Death Throes of Romanticism: The Poetry of Sylvia Plath - University of San Francisco (USF)

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]23 Fitzroy Road, London : The house where Sylv... 23 Fitzroy Road, London : The house where Sylvia Plath committed suicide. It was also W.B. Yeats's residence for a while. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

The Death Throes of Romanticism: The Poetry of Sylvia Plath - University of San Francisco (USF). by J C Oates

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This is a fascinating essay by the novelist Joyce Carol Oates..so intelligent and thoughtful...not to be missed

Sylvia Plath - Online Articles and Texts

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Newnham College, Cambridge, where Sylvia Plath... Newnham College, Cambridge, where Sylvia Plath studied. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]English: Digital image of Sylvia Plath's signature English: Digital image of Sylvia Plath's signature (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="190"]Joyce Carol Oates, 2006 Joyce Carol Oates, 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

Sylvia Plath - Online Articles and Texts.

This has  a long list of all you can find on line.I am looking for a review by Joyce Carol Oates.This is a very good resource for literature students and like minded people.

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Sylvia Plath Sylvia Plath (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

Move on

Lovely

Blogging | iLookBothWays

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]English: Groucho Marx & anonymous blogging English: Groucho Marx & anonymous blogging (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

 

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240"]Internet! Internet! (Photo credit: LarsZi)[/caption]

Blogging | iLookBothWays.

How to be safe.And remember the "nicest "people may be skilful sociopaths.

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Hard Work Makes Successful Artists, Not Talent

Hard Work Makes Successful Artists, Not Talent.Photo1060 2

Reading was never like this

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="925"]The Gutenberg Bible displayed by the United St... The Gutenberg Bible displayed by the United States Library of Congress, demonstrating printed pages as a storage medium. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="160"]International Youth Day (41) International Youth Day (41) (Photo credit: UN in Armenia)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240"]Bible Bible (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)[/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]English: A wicketkeeper in test cricket. English: A wicketkeeper in test cricket. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]



Menaces
Wrecks are us
Hystericus
Blunder
Pseudonimity
Wash you and her
Grudges
Truth
The Manual
Wings
Monocles
Whether
No men for hire
Test her
Robe
Calms
Heckling's easier
Throngs of hollow men
Desire
On fire
Talented Nation,
,Eh,meek as well
Canned as well,
Rose is here
Coal?
Maimed us
Oh,I'm bad here,
Moaner
Waker her
Wrong un
, Have a look
He's a liar
Maggie
Fix your cry






Transitioning Your Style

Very carefully thought out post

Wardrobe Oxygen: Ask Allie: Denim-based Office Capsule Wardrobe

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]YLE Wardrobe YLE Wardrobe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

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[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"]Wardrobe Wardrobe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]

Wardrobe Oxygen: Ask Allie: Denim-based Office Capsule Wardrobe.

Save money.Dress in denim....