I think instagraming has become my new hobby. I seriously cannot stop. It’s like collecting stamps but not as cool.
If you give a #damn then come and have a look at my life in a series of colour filtering pictures.
She’s like a little teddy bear :)
So there I am about to get my haircut and my hairdresser comes over “Oh my God that was the editor of Vogue!”
My question is - what the hell was the editor of Vogue doing getting her haircut in my little hairdresser in Queens Park.
Also if I pay 40 for a haircut you’d think I wouldn’t still be finding split ends!!
I have serious fringe envy
I must try not to be so.
By that girl who has nicer hair than me, or that girl who has an amazing dress. I have amazing stuff too. This should be my mantra!