I bought a grad ball dress! Or should I say, my boyfriend bought me a grad ball dress, because I am currently living off imaginary money more or less. Now, of course, I am panicking that I'm going to look like some kind of crazed wannabe bride. A girl turned up to my 5th Year prom in a wedding dress... I will admit that I judged her, hard. But fuck it maaaan, I don't get many chances to dress ridiculously. It's from French Connection but rapidly selling out in this colour (swansdown, apparently? C'mon now, French Connection) it seems!
P.S. I can only apologise for the unfortunate inclusion of my messy room in the mirror. Packing for two months in a developing country is HARD, OK?! At least that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.