so i plaited my hair in hopes it’ll look crimped and fabulous for steps tomorrow but now i think this looks more 90s than the originally desired do. but not in a good way.
we’ll see, this could all go horribly wrong.
either way you’ll get pictures.
so i plaited my hair in hopes it’ll look crimped and fabulous for steps tomorrow but now i think this looks more 90s than the originally desired do. but not in a good way.
we’ll see, this could all go horribly wrong.
either way you’ll get pictures.
i know it’s been yonks but i made a little video earlier to show some new purchases and my new/old blonde hair because i’ve got a bunch of new followers recently :)
hiya!
for those of you who remember my godsisters - look how big they are!
martina is twelve now, pretty much the age i was when i went out to stay with them and francesca is eight!
also a cheeky peek at my new/old hair :P
today has been a good hair day.
i can’t remember the last time i had one of these. i also can’t remember the last time i took a picture. COINCIDENCE I THINK NOT.
mumma always said ‘there’s two weeks between a bad hair cut and a good bad one’, which is harsh on kerry who cut it beautifully so instead i’ll say ‘it look me two weeks and a smidge of growth the learn how to style it’ :P
REASONS MY WEEKEND WAS BETTER THAN YOUR WEEKEND #3: THE SATURDAY/SUNDAY EDITION
so on friday night my parents told me they’d planned to visit my mama’s best friend (kerry) and her family in brighton for the weekend and asked if i wanted to come. kerry’s daughter (charlotte) and i have known eachother since we were born and she recently gave birth to a little boy called dante, SO OBVS I SAID YES.
(unfortunately my aunty who was meant to come over and look after nana was really ill so paps stayed behind so that me and mama could still go - which is fine cos they’re going down again in a couple of weeks)
ANYWAY we get down there and dante is THE most perfect baby i have ever seen. pictures don’t do him justice. he’s beautiful and my womb didn’t stop crying all weekend. i cuddled him for hours on end, fed him, knew how to stop him crying - the works. everyone said he loved me and mama said i was a natural mum. charlottes amazing with him, she’s slipped into motherhood so so well and it’s lovely to see. we had a big dinner last night, sat around watching lesbian vampire killers and then had an early night :’)
on then today (sunday) we got up and had a massssive fry up and some more dante cuddles and then kerry (who’s a hairdresser) cut my hair! it’s WAY shorter than i wanted it, but mum insisted i took a good couple of inches off cos it looked ratty (tbf it did and now it feels so silky!) and i’ve finally got my fringe after years of asking and being told ‘no, you’ve got curly hair’. sfnkglksh so annoying but yeah. it’s here and it’s gonna take getting used to. also no catty comments as it hasn’t been styled yet..
SO YEAH PERFECT WEEKEND HAPPY SOPHIE IS HAPPY BUT ALSO KNACKERED.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED :D
REASONS MY WEEKEND WAS BETTER THAN YOUR WEEKEND #1: THE THURSDAY EDITION
so thursday was britney day! i met hanna at the O2 and we walked around and complained that they weren’t playing enough britney :P then oour fairy gig-mother, ollie arrived and we went and got katsu curry for dinner and i almost choked to death laughing at them both, before emily arrived and we went on through. britney was supported by DESTINEE AND PARIS who were AMAZING and joe jonas who was not. we met a guy called james and a girl called aphrodite! (who were from the same town as my housemate marcus - small world!) who were loooovely AND THEN oh. my. god. she was incredible. she looked amazing, she sounded great, the song choices we’re perfected and the crowd was full of girls and gays going mental. britney at her finest. so good. so so good.
i then went back to hanna’s and we ate petis filous and drank ribeana and had chats with her housemates before going up and taking til all hours and conking out at 5am…
i would give anything to be back in magaluf with katie, being so tanned and so blonde and so happy dancing to shit music and drinking quadruple malibu and lemonades :’(
warning: another gushy girlfriend post
so i’m back at uni after a weekend at home with a new friend, courtesy of the wonderful james mcdonagh :)
so on friday i came back into london expecting to be picked up by paps who had offered me a lift home, but he said the traffic was bad and he was running late. james and i had been texting and he had said that he’d just got on an early bus in bicester and would be on his way soon, when suddenly someone tapped me on the back and it was HIM! sneaky bastard had had his shift changed from an 11-7 to an 8-4 and had gone to bed late the night before so that i wouldn’t get suspicious. he also told me he’d been talking to my rents and planning this all day and that dad had never even left the house, it was just to get me to wait and st pancras until jimmy got there!
anyway so while we’re walking to the underground to go home he says he’s got two surprises: one, a packet of strawberry pop tarts and the other was the little birdseye fish finger teddy that i knew he’d sent off for ages ago but he said it was for me!
so yes, i’ve had a lovely weekend (despite us not being able to use our thorpe park tickets because it’s half term) with lots of films and food and cuddles :D smitten kitten doesn’t cover it, i bloody love that boy <3
p.s yes, this is my tiger onesie :P
i had the best day yesterday with the beautiful miss alice melton!
:D
someone asked to see my recent purchases, so here you go!
