Jumper: Topshop. Skirt: Topshop. Blouse: Primark.
Woah there Bulky Belinda today. I’m giving macho man a run for his money that’s for sure. And yes, my mother did teach me to tuck my things in, but because I am rebelious (or messy, you decide) I forgot. As you do. Well, and the fact I’m packing as we speak to go home. I tell you something, you’d think after years of living abroad I’d be a Pro Packer. But no, I’m getting worse… Imagine someone with their stuff in carrier bags. Asda carrier bags. Yep, that’s me!!
I just want to send over a virtual snog and naked cuddle to everyone who commented or tweeted about my latest post. I wasn’t trying to be a depressed old bag, but I just wanted to show, that we don’t all have these perfect lives all the time, like you’re lead to believe. We’re all human, and we’re all allowed to cry and hide away in the darkness every once in a while.
And one last thing before I swan off (back to my swan trousers) I keep debating on the old Youtube scenario.. I absolutely love people’s videos, but I’m weird enough already, without talking to myself on camera.
Would you really enjoy watching me watch you?