Last week saw the transformation in me with new hair colour, black/red then an actual night out, to an actual pub and not even just that… an actual club afterwards – all at 6 months pregnant! It’s making me yawn again thinking about it.
~has a quick nap~
But never mind that. I don’t feel boring any more, which I say counts as a win. I have actually been in tears at times over the past couple of months just feeling so rubbish, blame hormones, or the mask of pregnancy or just the fact I felt plain Jane, fat, lumpy, old and haggard. Right, that’s enough whining.
I haven’t coloured my hair in over ten years so it’s a big change and I just love it. Took photos, which are on my Facebook, but got glammed up Friday night and shook up the town a little bit… wicked looking rock chica with ample bosoms, fishnet stockings, heels and a bad ass attitude too.
Ok so I came home at midnight and only had two half shandies… but at least I made the effort right? It was a wicked night and I quite like this pic so thought I would share it on a Sinful (but sunny, YAY!) Sunday.