down by the river (again).

Was forced to make this jazzy number mine yesterday after the arsey assistant refused to take back this skirt which had basically turned to shit in the wash. Good deed gesture, you say. Over it, it was a tenner and I had had my beady eye on it when it was full price. Everyone's a winner.

This is what I wore this evening >>>>

Jamie jeans, leather biker, 'WASPY' wedges, embellished tank: TOPSHOP

Awkward? Just a little bit. Can you tell I ain't done one of these in a while? Yes, hence the awkward face / stance / everything.

The head-to-toe TOPSHOP wasn't intentional- alreet sell out. My sister actually added the studs to pimp this standard staple. She bought 1000 pin-on studs for a couple of quid from eBay. Go try it.

In other news, I am employed. Get excited, nat. Who wants to work? Answer: no one. Such as life, a means to an end. The world ain't my oyster just yet, London will have to wait. Not unless anyone fancies offering me an editorial / journalist / writing / stylist postion on a plate? Long shot.

But seriously do ya?

BUY ME / LOVE ME / TALK TO ME

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