OOTD: The River Island Trousers

You guys.

If each day had a theme tune, then today's would be,

 Ultrabeat's 'Feeling Fine', (meh)

 Flo Rida's 'Good Feeling', (definitely not) 

Nina Simone's 'I'm Feeling Good'.

Summat like that...

You get the picture.

See today, I'm feeling good.

More than good.

I'm typing this on my newly restored laptop while Willow Smith-ing and whipping my newly rescued locks back and forth while typing like a multitaskable mo'fo.

Yes. That good.

During the last week, I have been über constructive; I've done more gym sessions that I'd like to admit for fear of being sectioned, I have a new and rather spectacular phone, and I've regained my ailing typing skills in exceedingly quick time, no longer bashing the keys like a Tyrannosaurus Rex wondering how the hell it survived that asteroid, though unfortunately without evolving digits mini enough to type, therefore extinct-ing itself once more in the ultimate 'hand-over-face' moment.

It's 2014 maynn - we use techonogehhh.

Oh, and I have good eyebrows again.

Say.No.More. 

What I wore:

Trousers - River Island £30

Crop Top - Karma Clothing £5 (similar here in white)

Necklace - H&M £7.99

Massive Gold Hoops - H&M £3.99 (?)

Lipstick - MAC 'Lady Danger' £15...because I seemingly don't own owt else.

So on the day these photo's were taken, things were slightly umm...different shall we say.

These now feel like pictures of a slightly broken alien, who's phone was failing her, who's laptop refused to upload said photos due to extensive slowness, fullness, and general old age, and who's hair and eyebrows looked so inexplicable, the only description available is a slow, sad shaking of the head.

Bad times.

If only you could see up close and clearer, you'd see the legs sprouting on my stationary over-eye caterpillars, and the unwanted colour gradation in my barnet.

Never in my life have I wanted long black streaks with oddly washed out gingery roots.

'Chocolate Brown' pssssht.

#lies

Even the weather had it in for me:

Torrential rain + hairspray + backcombing = might as well just shave it off Holl.

Those were tough times.

I did however, have an absolutely fantastic day with some rather amazing ladies in Leeds, eating food which can only be described as 'bare peng', and laughing more than I have in a while.

The bonus being that the rain actually stopped, right before I gave in to a new career in 'Ark Construction', meaning my Summery trousers weren't honestly too bad-a-choice!

Seriously though, how nice are these trousers?

It was one of those 'I could just walk out of the shop now, £30 richer, but have these on my mind until the end of time they're out of stock and beyond, and therefore live a life of regret...or I could just buy them.' moments.

I can't think of anything better I could have done with my £30.

Moroccan Spice Houmous is only £1 at ASDA, therefore my ability to purchase it hasn't been greatly affected, and life as we know it may continue...

Oh.

Also, the orangey flowers on said trousers totes match my 'Lady Danger' lipstick.

...I'm sure you'll agree no further justification is necessary.

So ladies and gents, this week has been a series of life lessons on my part, all extremely important of course...

1. Home dyes lie.

2. Get your eyebrows done, phobia of caterpillars or otherwise.

3. BUY THE GOD DAMN TROUSERS.

oh, and most importantly...*

4. Even when your backcombing/hairspray has been rained into a matted paste - don't shave it, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!

Good.

Now that has been established, let's dance:

*I lied, just like the #lies L'Oreal dyes spread to us.

 We all know the most important life lesson is to buy houmous, always buy houmous.