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Destiny: It is What We Remake It

The Buddhists (is it the Buddhists? Anyway, somebody) believe that we design our own destiny. Like, we pick out our parents and families before we are born. That everything that happens to us in this life was pre-ordained by us. Which makes you wonder… WTF was I thinking?
Well, I reject the teachings of the Buddhists (or whoever – not important. Pay attention). I reject them. I cast off the fur-lined handcuffs of this mortal coil. Starting tomorrow, I manifest a new destiny. (Not the one I tried to manifest last winter. That was bad. I've thought this one through.)
No longer will I be left holding the bag, the remainder on the lease, or the credit card debt on our dream vacation. The one he said he paid for. Right before he disappeared into the jungle with our sherpa, only to return three days later reeking of coconuts, a wicked sunburn on his back and three necrotic spider bites on his nethers. And no memory of having paid the bill. I can’t go on like this.
This Seonaid does not accept destiny – she creates it – along with a line of headbands, inspired by the fearless and peerless Princess Bea.
Divine Designs is coming.
 ~xo Seonaid
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Fashion Reform in Government: Hope for the Future?

When it comes to creating an image of effective leadership, there’s nothing more important than dressing the part. How can one expect to be taken seriously whilst wearing a tie decorated in saltires? Let’s hope Alex Salmond ignores Tavish Scott’s lead, or Scotland will never see any of the much needed tie-reform.  It’s clear by now that we can’t count on Iain Gray. His one-note ideas will get us nowhere. 
Thoughts, gentlemen? Here are mine.
Nick Clegg cut a dashing figure in his conservative suits and tasteful neck wear, but it simply wasn’t enough to offset his flagging reputation. Perhaps he should have done more in charcoal. I’m afraid we’ll never know, but I suspect this unfortunate sweater was his undoing. 
Nicola, I congratulate you but…call me.
The future of Scotland is on the line. Fortunately, one man knows what he’s wearing. For our sake, I hope the others will follow Patrick Harvie’s fearless example. I have no idea what he stands for, but he’s sexy as hell just standing, and that’s all I ask for my country. 
~xo Seonaid