It was a lazy Friday morning. Okay maybe afternoon, 11:45 to be exact and I was sleeping. My phone rings, I groan roll over, who is calling me at this time of the morning?! It's J, hmm what could she want. I don't answer because if I do she will hear my voice and know that I was sleeping and she's probably been up since dawn so I shut out the noise and close my eyes.
About five minutes have passed and my phone rings again! It's J! Okay it must be serious, so I sit up and say "Hi!" in my brightest 'awakest' voice. "Oh good you're up, I need to speak to you!" Oh no, this sounds serious. "What is it?" I ask my mind buzzing with possibilities. "I can't tell you on the phone, it's face to face news". Oh god this is probably worse than I thought. "I'm coming over now". "Now?!" I shriek and leap from the bed throwing on yesterday's clothes that are strewn on the chair.
Ten minutes later there is a knock on the door, "Hello!" says a fresh and immaculately dressed J. We sit outside on my porch. "Okay, what's going on?" I ask J who looks like she is about to explode with excitement. "Glatfashion!" she breathes. "What about it?" I ask. "It's mine!" she whispers dramatically. "No one knows but I created it and I want you to write in English".
So folks, to cut a long story short that's how I came to write my piece on Glatfashion. I'm not a makeup artist or a hairdresser or a stylist by any means, but I love clothes and every week I will be sharing with you my take on the latest trends and just things I like in general.
Keep tuned next week for my favorite dresses of the season.
Take care,
About five minutes have passed and my phone rings again! It's J! Okay it must be serious, so I sit up and say "Hi!" in my brightest 'awakest' voice. "Oh good you're up, I need to speak to you!" Oh no, this sounds serious. "What is it?" I ask my mind buzzing with possibilities. "I can't tell you on the phone, it's face to face news". Oh god this is probably worse than I thought. "I'm coming over now". "Now?!" I shriek and leap from the bed throwing on yesterday's clothes that are strewn on the chair.
Ten minutes later there is a knock on the door, "Hello!" says a fresh and immaculately dressed J. We sit outside on my porch. "Okay, what's going on?" I ask J who looks like she is about to explode with excitement. "Glatfashion!" she breathes. "What about it?" I ask. "It's mine!" she whispers dramatically. "No one knows but I created it and I want you to write in English".
So folks, to cut a long story short that's how I came to write my piece on Glatfashion. I'm not a makeup artist or a hairdresser or a stylist by any means, but I love clothes and every week I will be sharing with you my take on the latest trends and just things I like in general.
Keep tuned next week for my favorite dresses of the season.
Take care,
s.
S.
S.
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