Most mornings I wake up feeling like Beyonce but this morning I got up looked at the hair I freshly bleached while half asleep last night -serious super fail- and felt like one of the Golden Girls. So with absolutely no shame in my Betty White game I walked around my little essex town looking like a Jacques Vert advert! I cannot reiterate enough how much having hair has changed my perspective on the way I dress, it's like as the hair grows out of my head its slowly pushing out my Amber-Rose obsession and uneducated-stripper aspirations.. this can only be for the best right?!
jumper; Old/ trousers; Second Hand/ pumps; New Look
this would be my choice of boyf if I were 30years older!
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