Feminist In A Frock

The circles are back. Had a pretty hip weekend (note to self, stop saying 'pretty hip' you sound like a goon) went up to London with some of my gang, the dress featured was one of my buys. I am in love. Admittedly it's a 50s wannnabe from Topshop but I got insanely exasperated as I don't seem to fit in any actual 50s dresses.

I have work experience tomorrow, I am not looking forward to it. The woman I'm working with scares me, I'm going to be honest. I'm doing marketing at a hairdressers, I'mm pretty sure they're going to try and attack my hair. I am scared. If I come back looking like Cher Lloyd, you know what happened.