He rolled over and that was that.

Worst. Blogger. Ever.

Here's my excuse:
I have literally stopped trying to look nice for work.
I literally never look nice anymore because I literally work SEVEN DAYS A WEEK.
Isn't this a sad world? Ideally, I should have a load of cash to console me, but even that isn't working so well. Yet.

So, from happier times, an outfit that I wore on a day off (which is in fact a lie, because not 5 minutes after I took this, I went to photograph something for the newspaper) :



All but earrings (present from Mum) are thrifted.