As my parents were visiting me in London I have decided to pull of a bit of "sweet girl" and dunned my new crocheted blouse from Sheinside store (favoured for their bargain offers).
We were heading off to see Michael Jackson musical "Thriller" which unprecedentedly made me sweat and blush and salivate as the dancers where freezing, locking, popping and shaking only three rows in front of me. My ears went so hot that I thought my Primark earrings were going to melt and the crocheted blouse to disintegrated from the heat I was generating! What astonishingly athletic bodies the dancers had and how agile they looked in sequinned costumes... I fell in love instantaneously...and with the whole troop of a dozen men!
Back to the topic- the "sweet girl" look just doesn't go with me...you can wrap me in a grannan's tablecloth, I still look stung on my ass ....
Here is the shot my fashion designer mum took as we were leaving the flat
Be careful who you love
Be careful what you do
Because a lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover....
