The Fringe. There is no hairstyle more likely to send an involuntary spasm through my body than this (I was a little young for the 80’s poodle perm otherwise I suspect it would have been that). Fringes, just like boyfriend jeans, apparently suit anyone and everyone.
Happy Mother’s Day. My crazies have excelled themselves this year, having commented on the ‘Girls’ World Styling Head’ advert a couple of weeks ago as the one toy I wished for, and never got, my little cherubs bought me one.
Hope you all have a lovely day, whatever you are doing and whether you are with or without your Mum. x
I never thought I would suffer from bun envy. But then there are a lot of things I never thought would happen, becoming a mother being one of them.
Anyway, here I am, sat in the midst of a gaggle of 7 year old girls my eyes turning green at the sight of their perfectly coiffed hair. We are waiting for dance class to begin. I fear that I must have missed the one that included the bun masterclass.
Life of Ryrie 