Editorial: Editor’s look stolen by designer

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, I was forced into Bella’s edgy eyeliner, towering platform boots, burgundy lipstick, and Wednesday Addams corset and dress. I felt like a new person. But not in a good way. I felt emo. The overwhelming black attire made me depressed. I yearned for my own soft, understated, hot clothes. But... Bella had stolen them.  

Bella had taken my favourite denim skirt, crisp white T-shirt, handmade frilly socks, and Mary Jane Doc Martens. But worst of all, Bella had taken my hot librarian glasses. Bella had stolen not only my clothes but my ability to see. How could I get my look back? I was stuck tripping over in too big boots, aimlessly throwing my hands at nothing. All Bella had to say was, “I look hot in your glasses.”  

I shouted out into oblivion, “Yeah, well so do I, and I’d like them back!” All I heard was quick footsteps and a blur of red hair going far into the distance as I came to the sad conclusion that accepting my new goth aesthetic and partial blindness was the only solution.