It’s rainy and miserable here in Melbourne. And that doesn’t look set to change…
RUDE
Despite the fact that I purchased a lovely new clear plastic and pink bubble umbrella that makes rainy days sah fun, some days, there just still something missing. That’s the kind of miserable day that you need wear VERY BRIGHTLY COLOURED TROUSERS. So here’s a homage to my current collection, to brighten your (and my) day. Hooray!
Generally when women change their hair, it means they just broke up with someone.
I took the plunge yesterday, and got a FRINGE. Or bangs, whatever you want to call them depending on your country of residence.
I came very close once, when my friend Bre told me she’d be more than happy to cut me a fringe, and that I’d look great. We were both very drunk at the time and I was very close to consenting, if not for Laura who stepped in at the last minute. Although she was also drunk, she also has an inordinate amount of common sense, and advised against it.
So anyway, my hair is a little lighter, and yes I have a fringe. Ella said it looked cute on me, and I plan to use this to my advantage. I then made fairy bread, just to prove that I not only look 10 years old, but I also am 10 years old. But it’s okay, because I HAVE A FRINGE AND I’M CUTE. N’est-ce pas?
Also, I’m enjoying my new dark tealy green Lee cords that I picked up on sale. Plus the cons Mum and Dad brought me back from the US. Sah cah-my.
