Okay, so it’s been a while. I won’t excuse myself like Ross Gellar and splutter “we were on a break” but I must admit that my heads been a shed for the past few weeks (okay months) but honestly, I was thinking of you the whole time, and I thought it was high time I... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make, whilst I want to encourage you to allow your mug to be captured on celluloid, I’m slightly guilty of Madge’s Papa Don’t Preach, in that my first reaction the moment someone requests a photo is to become a hive of industry. I’m not suggesting you rush out and buy... Continue Reading →
Let me take you on a journey, to a time before GHDs, when curtains and blond tips were all the rage for boys and Sister Unella wouldn’t cry out ‘shame’ behind you if you donned a scrunchie. When crimping was ‘in’ and it was de rigueur to style yourself on Madonna’s 80s look. So many... Continue Reading →
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