I think we can all agree that no matter what city you are in, Friday nights bring out the most tragic victims of fashion. And I am not going to pretend that I have not been a part of Paris Hilton’s army in the past, teetering around like a try hard drag queen in too high heels and spending the whole night refereeing the fight between my too tiny dress’s desire to climb upwards exposing my undies and the opposition’s attempt to continually pull it down and in the process threatening to flash boobies.
These tragic nights always take me back to my first ballet class. When mum sent me along in my leotard but little did I know that I had it on backwards. Hence I spent the whole class fishing the black Lycra out of my bum whilst trying to get the low scooping V- line neck to cover my nipples.
Well, those days are long gone and the Mumu is my answer to solving the Friday night fashion crisis. I would like to start an army of Mumu wearers to take on the Paris Hilton army. But it would be a peaceful protest. Come, victims of fashion, join me! Throw out those silly little frocks! The days of teenie bopping are over! Slip into a Mumu, put on some sensible shoes and dance your Friday night blissfully away!
