I am so fat pg that the idea of squeezing myself into anything skinny gives me contractions. Give me green trousers and a hat and quiver I'd be mistaken for someone with an acorn. Or an over ripe gooseberry.
As for uggs; i'd look like a guinea pig.
Here in Bordeaux, it got down to nigh freezing last week and all the grandes dames were parading toute suite in their freshly out of cold storage minks. Never seen so much perfumed fur in my life. NOt a look that would go down well on th e Kings road, but not an Ugg in sight (black high heeled boots with roland klein belt things at ankle).
I possess neither green trousers, nor quivered hat, nor mink coat, nor ugg boots nor high heeled kleins.
I am officially out of it.
An essay; I have written an essay on uggs and green leggings.