Rummaging through my wardrobe trying to find something to wear that doesn’t make me feel like a beached whale, a toddler or just a mess in general. I feel like I have fallen out of love with all the clothes that I own. So that only means one thing… shopping.
At the end of the day, you finish work and the only thing you want to do is go home, take off your bra and chill the fuck out. What is wrong with that?
Now. Cinderella’s castle is already occupied, and I highly doubt the Queen would let us move into the palace, and I definitely don’t want to end up like the old woman living in the boot. So I guess I better start looking for another house to call my home.
In a recent post, I discussed how I was feeling a little lost whilst shopping for some new autumnal pieces, but to be completely honest, I feel COMPLETELY lost when it comes to my personal style.
Sex education. Now. Where shall I begin? Not with Hollywood – that’s for sure.