Dress: Zara (very old). Boots: Topshop Alvin. Necklace: Miss Selfridge. Watch: Ever Ours (similar here). Lips: MAC Ablaze
The good thing about loosing weight is that old clothes that were hidden in the back of your wardrobe for the time when you finally loose all that weight, can come out of hiding. This dress is one of those. Hallelujah. My mum got me this dress years ago and I've not had the courage to wear for a while . I normally despise wearing things that don't have sleeves, my upper arms have always been one of those parts of my body I like to hide. But recently I've thought 'fuck it' I'm not going to be afraid of wearing things just because I don't look like a Victoria Secret Angel.
Today was a total write-off. I overslept and missed my personal training session (thankfully got it rescheduled for later in the day), went to the Benefit Brow bar (waxing hurts. No me gusta) and spent too much money in MAC again. My essays are due on the 14th and I have an exam that's worth 70% of the module on the 16th. I should be revising but beauty shopping is much more fun... I only have myself to blame if I don't graduate.
In other news: Leigh Halfpenny (my future husband he just don't know it yet) walked past me last weekend wearing a very nice suit, so that has kept me giggling away with joy for most of the week. Squeee.