Boiling day, saggy under-eyes, chores to do – Beige was the colour of the day.
Of course, not going for, but hitting anyway, the gypsy vibe. I swear I belong in a caravan.
Top: New Look. Shirt: No idea. Bracelets: a pressie from Natalie the great. I love them. Don’t you just love when friends buy what you would have bought yourself?
if my gypsy powers are as prominant as my gypsy clothing tenancies, I predict an erradicating of the bags via Bio Oil and more sleep, an eventual hair cut when I eventually get my pay cheque and a recurrenceof these wonderful bracelets in posts to come.
Oh and sorry for publicising your personal details, whoever’s phone number this is on my hand.