It seems a buzz has been brewing across the blogosphere. Pippa Middleton has been caught wearing nude pantyhose. (Gasp!) Yes, the ones you can find on your local Hooters girl & not to mention your grandmother.
According to multiple fashion blogs & style blogs, including but not limited to those over at Jezebel, Pippa has committed a serious fashion crime. Leaving me to question whether I shall call her Pippa or Pippa Longstocking? While others ponder over the “fashion crime”, which I too am not overly fond of, I’m still pondering over why I’m suppose to care? I’m sure (well, not really) that she’s a nice person with a superb fashion sense, but should we really be analyzing her every move or outfit?
Does anyone else remember that she’s only in the public eye because she’s the sister of the Duchess not the Duchess herself? If being someone’s sister is what it takes now days to become a fashion icon or celebrity then why the heck do we have Snooki or the 25 men vying over their “love” for the Bachelorette.
Don’t they know? Just find a sibling to marry a Royal. Duh!
By the way if you’re reading this Michella (my sister) I realize that you’re happily married and all, but I might need a favor…
Back to the crime scene, pantyhose make me itch just by thinking about them. It’s that same kind of feeling when someone mentions lice. Go ahead scratch your head! Whether it’s pantyhose or white kitten heels, it’s all a bit outdated! Sadly, it seems more and more of our past fashion trends keep popping up to bite us in the butt or meet us at British pub?!
If it was up to me, I’d leave the past in the past and Pippa Longstocking alone. But what do I know I’m only the sister of a Doctor, not a Duchess.