On Friday I wore a dress with spaghetti straps and no shrug, jacket, overshirt. Do you know how amazing that is? It’s been, like, 20 years.
Arms like mine are called ‘tuckshop lady arms’ here. It just occurred to me that tuckshop ladies fucking rock. I don’t mind being a tuckshop lady. I’ll sell you an ice-cream.
Tuckshop parents also treat you nice and give you a muffin if you’re sad and need to escape asshole schoolkids.