So I managed to pull together something like the neon look I’d had in mind since picking up this tee for a mere pound! Teamed with neutrals it’s not screaming quite so much but I did prefer bare legs. In my head. In reality I preferred tights because it’s getting a bit nippy round these parts now we’re well into November.
I felt pretty uncool hobbling around after this shoot and having to explain my ‘mishap’. Not some cool skateboarding trick but me, hopping onto the wall for the boot shot, Mr K randomly shooting in the other direction and my knee, virtually breaking off the edge of the concrete. Sore. Not pretty friends, let me tell you! (See Facebook for the aftermath). My mum plied me with arnica it was so ugly and she’s not afraid of a little black and blue – she bruises like a peach!
You can see I finally got around to getting my hair cut after complaining about it being so dry. There should have been a bush fire warning on my head – no naked flames!
Yay for Fat Friday. Eat cake like there’s no tomorrow. The husband and I are off to a birthday party so we will be indulging, I promise.x
P.S. I’m laughing so hard in the shot where I’m crouching because the husband just crouched down too to take the shot and he had an unacceptably large hole in the crotch of his jeans.