Site Luv: Polyvore
I love...

this site...

so much!

Polyvore allows its users to build outfits, using the ENTIRE INTERNET as your closet. It’s as if someone took my forgotten love of doll-dressing and my present-love of computers and made them get it on, and this divine love child was the result of the pairing. I have not had this much fun playing with a toy since I was six, wearing scrunchies and eating mayonnaise sandwiches while getting the crap beaten out of me by my little sister (too much info, huh?).
After you make these outfits, you can post them for display on the
Polyvore community, where others can “Ooooo” and “Ahhh” over your latest masterpiece. And if you have deep enough pockets, you could even go ahead and BUY all the stuff you made the outfit with, since the images still DIRECTLY LINK to the original websites. How’s that for marketing? Particularly when said marketing is defined as, “Making me strongly consider that maybe I CAN afford a Stella McCartney piece, and that food is a rather overrated commodity.”
I could tell you that this site has not taken over every spare minute of my life. But then I would be a filthy, filthy liar. And I would never lie to you, baby.

this site...

so much!

Polyvore allows its users to build outfits, using the ENTIRE INTERNET as your closet. It’s as if someone took my forgotten love of doll-dressing and my present-love of computers and made them get it on, and this divine love child was the result of the pairing. I have not had this much fun playing with a toy since I was six, wearing scrunchies and eating mayonnaise sandwiches while getting the crap beaten out of me by my little sister (too much info, huh?).
After you make these outfits, you can post them for display on the
Polyvore community, where others can “Ooooo” and “Ahhh” over your latest masterpiece. And if you have deep enough pockets, you could even go ahead and BUY all the stuff you made the outfit with, since the images still DIRECTLY LINK to the original websites. How’s that for marketing? Particularly when said marketing is defined as, “Making me strongly consider that maybe I CAN afford a Stella McCartney piece, and that food is a rather overrated commodity.”
I could tell you that this site has not taken over every spare minute of my life. But then I would be a filthy, filthy liar. And I would never lie to you, baby.
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