Don’t tell me you like it if you don’t like it.
Don’t tell me it looks good if it just looks ok.
Don’t tell me it’s silk/cashmere/wool if it’s mostly something else.
Don’t tell me it’s “faux leather” when it was made in a chemical plant.
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I have a lot of pet peeves when it comes to fashion retail, sales people, and even friends with insecure motives. Some days, when I find myself surrounded by underhanded duplicity and insincerity, unable to get away, it damn near drives me crazy. Honesty seems to be an alien language in the world of fashion. Why?
