pocket money

Today was payday and during the course of a stressful morning (essential errands impossible to finish and the sense of a ticking time bomb) with my lovely fresh pay check burning a whole in my pocket, I hit up Superdrug.

I felt a little like my 8 year old self, a wee jovial soul every pocket money day, though this time I opted for some shamelessly girly goodies. Rather than the pointless Pokemon cards or copious amounts of Woolworths pick n mix that way back when were the norm.

And so may I present you with my new dusty pink hair extensions (clip in, for realz, stupidly excited) and three nail polishes in 'twinkle shine', 'button moon' and uh, 'number 19'.

yessss.

back soon, off to play hopskotch outside and find somebody's hair to braid.