So I escaped Brighton and went to the country, a few times. Since this is the first summer I've been able to drive I've gone a bit bananas. To be fair these weren't very warm days, but the sun was out, so I was sold.
Leather jacket: Topshop / Fishermans Jumper: American Apparel / Leopard Mini Skirt: H&M / Boots: H&M / Jeans: Topshop / Shoes: Vans / Car: Peugeot :P
Firstly we went to Stanmer Park (which was a nightmare to park in on a Sunday, don't even bother. I was getting sweaty and angry and not enjoying the country), Then we went to Beachy Head in Eastbourne (famous for people commiting suicide off, but it's really pretty and there are tons of sheep there so I had a nice time).
And my chav car. No one ever lets me go cos they think I'm a twatty girl racer. He has evil eyes too.
I've also had my hair doned at the hairdressers, which is unheard of for me because I'm a home-dyeing all the way. This cost me £150 to get from black to ginger, not over the moon. It's washed out a lot since these photos were taken, so next blog I will take a before and after photo because I'm home dyeing it on Thursday. I used to think hairdressers could do all these magical things that you couldn't even begin to work out how to do at home, but this is not true. Hairdressers are not magical. They're fuckers.