I’m one of those people who gets incredibly bored of the way they look. I can’t wait to finally have tattoos and piercings.. etc. but once I’ve had one I will start a collection of body art, hehe
At this day and age, the best I can do is wear my hair/clothes/make-up differently, but this time I’m going to be a little more risqué. I have found a new excitement for mixing up clothes and hemming/cutting to make them my own, I’m also having an adventure to the salon to try out a new hair cut. It could either go dangerously wrong, or look a little sexy - winkwink. So, come this weekend, I may have found the inspiration to be myself, and not some other girl I wish I looked like. My mum says he fell in love with me for a reason, and for this, I’ll always stay myself.. and we’ll carry on where we left off. <3
Tonight I’m attending a wedding.. well, not a wedding, just the evening do. By all accounts, skinny jeans, polo shirt, some form of high-tops and a Gola bag isn’t acceptable. This caused a few brief fall-outs with mother (the fact that I cannot dress up, I feel absolute tool), I finally decided on a denim dress, heels, cricket cardigan and pearls. My mum now has a problem that I look vintage and not wedding-yy. I’m not sure why I’m stating this, but this is my confusion with parents.. do they want us to buy a pair of comfy loafers, cords, button down and a mac? Or maybe overalls, that way there is no flesh showing
But why mum? I’ve seen the pictures of you all young and 80’s. Atleast I’m not the youth that paint themselves orange, wear skimpy shorts and [unfashionable] crop tops. Give me some credit. Thanks.
Don’t you just love the careless moments you share with friends? Where you just do the silliest things, due to the smile it causes to appear on your face.
Whether it’s the vile photo your friend captured you in, while you were cackling, or the photo of you both doing something that had some form of hilarity at the time. You can’t be the ‘laugh out loud’ sensation when you look back on something like this. This is fine when you’re locked away in your own habitat, with yourself and the contents of your fridge, but what about when you remenise a moment and you snigger with an awkward grin, in public? That’s just a blush-worthy moment, but the warmth of your nearest and dearest still flickers away in your tummy. Hehe
I think a first real post is called for. Just throwing myself in the deep end since I know of a million and one ideas I’m just gonna type up, tag and link when the situation comes up, so.. On here is where I will be posting photos of the people in my life I love, discussing the friends and family I adore, the latest discovery I have found on google images, a new artist (whether it be a photographer, designer, graphic designer, model, musician.. etc.) I have fallen for, or I just want to say something spontaneous. Chances are, there’ll be some right tosh I post, but it’s my blog, I will be doing as I wish.