He has
no need of fashion.
He wears
his own
unpretentious
heart.
Ella's prompt at Real Toads is: fashion, or offshoots thereof. This humble little fellow sits on my desk......he is covered, at the moment, by ash from the incense I so love (Nag Champa, the best!) and his friend the Dalai Lama is in place of honor beside him. Pup peeks over his shoulder.
As for me, I have never cared about fashion. But one might say I have a certain "style" : comfort is the watchword, odd things found in thrift stores, anything not the norm. My "style", such as it is, came into its own on the West Coast where we all dressed wonderfully weird. It came along with me back into a town setting. As long as things are soft, comfortable, and have wolves or birds on them, I'll wear them!
