
Rolling out those barrels took a year I tell you. Haha. Plug socket, that's what you get for using your kitchen as a set.
If you think it's crap or have any suggestions do tell me, I enjoy constructive criticism.4 Girls, 4 Cities. London, Portsmouth, Liverpool, Brighton. Style through our eyes.

Rolling out those barrels took a year I tell you. Haha. Plug socket, that's what you get for using your kitchen as a set.
If you think it's crap or have any suggestions do tell me, I enjoy constructive criticism.
I'm calling these acid pastels. Sounds like a sweet. Or a drug. If you had've said I would be loving pastels a few months ago I would laugh in your face, but these I can get on board with! So here we go I went a bit crazy. I did my own little photoshoot. I really should get Pamela involved here but it's embarassing enough doing this on my own. If you find my dignity please return it to me.








Aologies for the shit title. Its highly overused and very, very tacky, painfully so. But it seemed the most appropriate thing to say as I have literally had half my hair stolen. Well technically I did pay a person who is actually a hairdresser to do it so its not actually theft.

The first picture actually looks like I have extentions in anyway. I now look like a mushroom/lightbulb. It's gonna take some getting used to I tell you now. My face wasn't much more embarassing in the second photo but I don't usually pull the 'before' face in real life, though Pamela may tell you different, so its not really "me". I look mid-yawn.


Since I was a young one I was amazed by extravagant dresses. The whole idea that women wore these amazing dresses was unfathomably excellent. I loved the massive skirts, tiny waists and the painstaking detail of the fabrics and embroidery.
Just add Pamela's Ralph Lauren Top and that's an outfit worthy of royalty, right there.