If for whatever reason you stumbled across my Insta stories in the last few weeks, you’ll know I’ve had a bit of a saga trying to find a pair of dungarees I like that don’t make me feel like a heffa. If you haven’t seen it, then you’re about to read the saga. Lucky you. I’ll try and keep it as short as possible though. We’ve all got stuff to do.
I find this to usually be quite an ordeal. I’m not good at describing what I want and the poor hairdresser is usually unable to guess correctly what I’m trying to ask for. This has led to wanting the iconic “Rachel” haircut in 1998 and getting what I can only describe as long, poofy curtains with the underneath being longer than the top. There is evidence. No, I’m not sharing it. 😀