Hiv Rashes Vs Dry Skin

When clothes do not understand us.

Guys: I have returned the white jeans I was talking about the last day. When I appeared again, the clerk, I had endured my questions two days before, made a face very rare, but hey, it's not my fault that the Texans who sold me did not speak my tongue! Yes, they were beautiful, elegant, and everything else, but not for me (and impossible love are a roll). Do you not it happen that some items you do not understand? My list:

-white cowboys.

-white T-shirts. In theory, I also like. In practice, with a white shirt look like a boiled potato.

black swan-necks: I made an entry a few days ago, I love, but I can not take something that I compress the neck, puts me in a foul mood, I can not breath.

"The Talk. Another classic that I like much, but every time I taste one I feel like Donald Duck (I like Donald Duck, but say it is not exactly my style intake), the sole is very white and very thick or so something happens. Then, when the street I see girls with Converse, I love, why not for me? I do not know.

-The trench or trench: I've had several, from Comptoir des Cotonniers to Burberrys (which I bought second hand on ebay) and I always finish giving to a friend. I like them, are the most elegant of the world, yet make me bad.

-high boots. Riding boots. Terrible claustrophobia. But are precious. The other day my friend Clara took them and was great. I've had several pairs and have not left the closet. I guess it's because the boots and I stomp. Snif!

-La "Marinière" marine blue-striped shirt and off-white or raw. Another absolute classic. They are great, but I do not understand, make me feel stupid.

Well, stop, my old blue jeans (and my risers children) call me.

Happy Sunday.
PS: The photo of today: I loved John Wayne. I: his jeans, boots and, above all, the dog walking behind.