Listening to ‘Here Kitty Kitty’ and practically creaming myself. I’ve gone all bohemian and thrown a silk scarf over my lamp and lit a candle.
I want to cry and laugh and pretty much roll around in something luxurious. I think she’s utterly delicious.
Pissing yourself with your sister and you Mum, as the three of you cyber-sing along to Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’.
Sitting on the porch drinking beer with your best friend. Eating a huge fuck off omelette and generally loving it large.
Also: we also bought an espresso maker the other day. Oh. My. Goz.
So I’m getting into make-up. Or as my pal Colette was known to say, ‘manky’. I don’t why I find that so très amusant but I do.
I’m having a bash a the old wingèd eyeliner. See what I did there? I went all Shakespeare on your ass.
Tell me what you think. This:
or even this?
and now, for my final act, I present the token disinterested blogger picture
I love how Photobooth makes everyone so self-obsessed.