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::Swagga like Peg Bundy::






“Wait wait…but did I look pretty? I mean, it is 4 a.m. Did my outfit hold up?” C.G.
“You’re wearing an animal print. You just immediately sh*t on everybody in there. What is more fierce than that?” E.L.

There’s just something to be said about animal prints. Season after season you see little blurbs about them. Being “in” one year…”out” the next.
Forget that.
There is nothing like wearing (tastefully) the print of a jungle animal lol. It will instantly “sex up” anything. But beware.
There is a fine line between looking “fierce” and looking like Peg Bundy.

I have a crazy obsession with zebra print myself. And this season, there is no lack of it.
I admit that I overdosed a little bit this year. From my blackberry case, to my “cigarette” holder, its hard to find me out without a little bit of grrranimal on me.
I guess it’s pretty much the only pattern that matches my personality. Loud as hell and fun.

But for those a little less “daring” animal prints are a quick easy way to spice up any outfit.
Throw on a hot pink zebra printed scarf with a simple black tee shirt, instant rock star status.
Basic black dress? Throw on some leopard printed 4 inch heels, instant sex kitten.
Boring day at work? Throw all your reports into an oversized printed tote and be on your way.

Life is too short to take yourself seriously. Take a risk. Channel your inner cavewoman. Wear some skins. 


Purple Zebra Print Case for Blackberry Curve 14.95
www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001QFZ8AK

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www.hottopic.com (zebra printed bangles/scarf)




Betsey Johnson "Nika" Pumps
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