What I Wore: Ibiza Evening #5 - Minty Mmmmm

I'm sat writing this in a sari with heated rollers on my head.

And they really are too hot.

Probably too hot, might just have left them heating up too long.

I was busy twirling, you see...

Seriously though, I'm sacrificing my poor scalp here, I'm imagining the video of that girl where her hair breaks off while she curls it, (you know the one) and fretting slightly...

You feel my fear.

At least these curls shouldn't drop out, I mean Jesus I'm frying here.

If they so much as dareee succumb to a drizzle attack, I'll be writing a letter.

You hear that Babyliss?

I love my heated rollers, but they don't always love me.

Can't imagine why?

Maybe it's because I threaten them, like...

*ahem*

Sorry Babyliss, I love you really, curl my hair nicely, please.

Don't get drizzle attacks where I was two weeks ago.
Or wind, or rain, or bad hair days...

What I wore:

Mint Maxi Skirt: Missguided NOW £5.99 OMG GO GET ONEEE!!

Bralet: New Look (old)

Shoes: River Island (old)

Bangles: Various
Earrings: New Look £1.50
Anklet: Ibiza Shop €3
Nails: Sinful Colors - Island Coral

Yeah, no drizzle, no humidity, and I couldn't even be bothered to do my hair in anything but a ponytail?!
HOW LAZY WAS I?
Now I'm home I can appreciate the dry air of abroad and the fact that the curls I'm trying to create today would have actually stood a chance of survival there.

We can totes casually forget that taking my heated rollers would have almost certainly meant I had less room for clothing, and that to myself the mere thought of that would be unbearable...
Stupid 20kg bag allowance.
Stupid massive box of rollers.

Making me sacrifice big and voluminous hair psssssssht.

(*Remembers the heat of abroad generally means I want my hair out of my face, and therefore Babyliss, you are forgiven)

Anyway, so at this stage in my holiday, regardless of my hair style I was feeling pretty good and brown yey!
I was feeling optimistic and happy to don this beauty of a skirt and feel mintier than mouthwash.
Fresh as a daisy, and fine to attempt wearing this pretty daring bralet, owed to the fairly reasonable amount of food consumed that day in comparison to its predecessors, and therefore no FBOEP, (Food Baby of Epic Proportions) was stopping me that day.
No way.

I also, (get this) exercised on this day!
YEAH I KNOW RIGHT!!
On holiday, I *gulp* MISSED Jillian Michaels.
I spent ten minutes of my morning concocting my own mini version of her hardcoreness and hoping for the best, in anticipation of stomach baring beyond day three of being in holiday mode.

I did it man.

Thank god for air-con.

On my face - yeah you guessed it, 'the usual', (going to copyright that) with the added prettiness of my Revlon Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stain in 'Rendezvous', which is not only beautiful and orange, but a damn sight less scary than my MAC Costa Chic was on evening three.
Say no more.

Anyone else want to sing Craig David's 'Rendezvous' whenever they hear the name of that balm stain?

I know, I'm a poet and I didn't know it, yada yada ya...

Before I go I'm going to include a picture of me and my photographer aka my now famous mum and most avid reader!
Yeyyy!
Just to thank her for knowing how to use an iPhone camera despite not being able to see what's on the screen, without either wearing glasses, or riskily holding my phone at arms length over Shoesie destroying pavements...
These pictures were literally taken blind.
She's a good 'un isn't she?
Love ya mum.

<3

Right, it's time for me to remove these burning little beasts from my head and see what's lurking underneath...

I promise you I'll film it if I end up bald, for your entertainment pleasure.
Oh and so I can send it in to You've Been Framed and get £250.

Then I can splurge on 'necessary' hair repair products and extensions, and save some towards another holiday for next year, which will be ENTIRELY necessary to get over my ordeal.

***

Update: I have a heated roller stuck in my hair.
I'm now wondering whether I'll be a Britney bald chick or an Amber Rose bald chick.

Now where's my camera?


Actually, knowing my luck it'll be Wayne Rooney.
:|
God help me.