Looking at that picture of Grace Kelly in Rear Window in the post below my heart went fluttering around my chest like a school girl clapping eyes on Robert Pattinson.
I am reformed. I don't want to be a bad girl anymore. I want to be Grace Kelly.
Is it a terrible cliché to have a style crush on her Graceness?
Am I too much of a slutty mess to emulate such demure perfection?
Do I even care?
It is love and the heart wants what the heart wants.
And look at what she is reading... It's a sign! See!
So that's that. It's going to be gloves and perfect red lipstick from here on out.
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