Fine wines.

Equals good times. This summer seems to be all about Blossom Hill Rose in the company of good hearts and good intentions. Im drinking more of this stuff than tea lately. Sprouting pink petals in my hair.

Crumbs.

Charity shopping is the business. I got a pair of sweet stonewashed Levi's for 6quid to make into hotpants, and the largest check shirt (= dress) i've ever seen for 1euro. Bargain. I also spent 18blips on more studs.
I have issues. None however, that can't be solved by sitting in the sunshine, eating ice-cream and DIY-ing your clothes with your best friends.

Sand between my toes.

I've got a good feeling about this one.

XXI

It was my 21st birthday over the weekend and whilst i honestly had been dreading the idea, it actually turned out almost perfect. The whole night is a wonderful blur of kisses, sequins and happy tears.



Alot of talk on friendship went on this weekend. I'm big into the idea that the company you keep is a reflection of your character, but this doesn't mean you can judge a person, wholly on who they pal with. Just because i'm friends with someone, doesn't make me the same as them. I'm a sucker for always seeing the good in people, which can set you up for quite a fall sometimes, but it's one of those mistakes that's worth making for the lesson you learn from it.

I'm also a strong believer in karma. I work hard at my taking care of the people i love, and seeing nearly all of my best friends at my birthday showed me just how priceless the payout was. I actually think i do deserve every single one of them, while at the same time, i know what i don't deserve.

The last few days have really opened my eyes to a few things. Sunshine, pal-chats and Jelly Tots inspire the strangest epiphanies.

Playing games.

Work was so quiet tonight that we dressed one of the girls up as Pocahontos. Feather head-dress and everything. Then we built outfits for Cruella De Ville (lots of furs) and a robot (silver lame and sequins). I love my job.



This is turning into a bit of a fetish...

I have a really bad feeling inside, right through to my bones.


Tension. Thick. Knives. That kind of thing.

Heart eyes.

Boys, grow your hair.

"If she were a president, she would be Baberaham Lincoln"

Yaaaaaay i finished my jacket/ran out of studs. I want to add more to the cuffs and shoulders but for now, i'm rockin' this.



I've already decided that Al and i are dressing up as Garth and Wayne, respectively, for Halloween this year.

Age old.

My mam and dad met each other when they were 14 years old. That's a long fucking time. Out of all the people i've known since i was 14, i couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with any of them. What is a lonely feeling.








My dad was such a hippie. Long hair and patched denim flares.

D.I.WHYYYYY

I finally found the perfect sized studs for my leather jacket/denim vest/every other piece of clothing i own, so i went a bit mad and bought FORTY of them. 25c a pop too, that's pretty pricey but it's all the cash i had on me.

My fingertips are crying out for me to stop but now i've gone too far to quit. Hells bells.

This is a gift.

I just booked my flights to LA and Vegas, in July/August. I'm super excited. Words cannot describe. I'm itching to pack already...