Shorts: New Yorker. Necklace: Miss Selfridge (sale). Lips: MAC Viva Glam Nicki. Nails: Essie Aperitif. Boots: Topshop Alvin (sale)
Last November in a moment of weakness I accompanied a friend to a Nicki Minaj concert in Cardiff. I enjoy Nicki Minaj on occasion, her music mainly features on my 'Run chubby bitch run' playlist for the gym. I'd never been to an R'n'B or hip hop gig, I'm a true 2006 child. Most of the gigs I have ever been to were ones that featured men with big fringes and skinny jeans. I actually really enjoyed the Minaj gig, I've always had a soft spot for popular music. The shirt was an impulse buy from one of the guys that sell merch outside the venue. It wasn't until the next morning that I saw what was printed on the back: 'bad bitches like me is hard to come by'. I am not a 'bad bitch' and the grammar error kills me. It should be 'bad bitches like me ARE hard to come by' so needless to say I don't wear this out the house without a jacket of some sorts. This t-shirt makes me feel silly so I thought I'd wear it to lift my grim mood. Looks like it did the trick.
I've bought these USA shorts back out of hiding for spring and because I've lost enough weight to make them look good again. Happy face. These also seem appropriate for tonight when my other half and I go to the midnight screening of Iron Man 3. Yeah we're a bit geeky...
3 more sleeps until the South Wales blogger meet! Eek.