Garden roses: hot. Garters: not.
I feel like the douchelord character in 80′s movie would drive around with a baby blue one hanging from his rear view mirror. Or, apparently, a lovely forest green version:
Generally, everyone looks rawther an ass, either crawling on all fours, cringing purpley-red, or quite generally slamming their drink to get on with whatever’s next.
Exhibit A: this delicate rose in the maroon and mens flip flops:
Exhibit B: five alarm fire
Exhibit C: this poor little lamb doesn’t look all that jazzed about it:
So I’ve been all pro-choice about the matter, my choice being absolutely not.
…esssept I saw this picture a year ago and it made me like, Hey garters? All is forgiven!
Garters, welcome to my heart!
And you say?
