This Vogue magazine has been haunting my living room since September. I bought it for kicks, read through it once, and instantly felt horrible about myself. I won't go into detail. Today, I decided to destroy it.
Sorry Ralph Lauren.
"She's Sporty. She's Sexy. She's ..."
So many strips of vapid paper!
I decided to try out my weaving skills.
It was hard to figure out what to do with this awesome thing.
Here's a good place!
To be continued...
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