Oh, how I missed my skinny black jeans, my black eye make up and my sunglasses. It’s great being away skiing but i’m just such a big city girl. Whenever I’m away, even if it’s laying on a beach getting tanned without a problem in the world, I will inevitably start missing my city. I’m at my best looking pale in some bar.
Yesterday Oliver and me celebrated being back by eating at the japanese and walking home through a blooming London.
I know i look like I want to kill someone but making up for being all smiling and happy in turquoise for a week. Not my style.