you've torn your dress, your face is a mess

la la laaa. hello again everyone, how are you?

i seem to have forgotten how to behave in the holidays it's been so long since i've had a proper one. i got up at nine this morning, nine.

i tend to post a bit more in the holidays (which is good for you guys, i hope) & i'll probably update or schedule posts for the award and, of courrrse, the mystery-surprise-thing.

um, anyway, to the crux of the matter. this is my outfit from yesterday;

i'm wearing the grey tights from yesterday's post which you can't really see unfortunately. i actually love them, even though my brother said they made me "look like a zombie". cheers bro.

i still feel a bit weird posting outfit pictures, because i don't often like pictures of myself. i mean, it's easier when i can edit them myself & choose what side of myself to show the camera, but i still hate looking at the camera, which is why you never see my eyes.

i feel like i always do this self-deprecating spiel whenever i post photographs of myself, so i apologise if i bore you! i don't mean to prattle on, but i don't want it to seem like i'm hugely big-headed & adore my own appearance.

that said, i don't hate it, i just dislike the way i look in most photographs.

playsuit - vintage (ebay), shirt - primark, tights - primark, necklace - made by me, bracelet - gift, watch - gift

to break the rather serious tone i may have inadvertantly created, here is a shot of me dancing to rebel rebel by david bowie. thought an action shot of me dancing like i think i'm one of the isley brothers might entertain (: