32 fashion things over 32 years...

It's my birthday and everyone should know.

The Starter 🍤

I know it’s hard to believe, but I am now in fact…32. I’m well and truly two feet into my thirties, and I’m happy to report that I don’t care! I actually keep forgetting my age, which is a testament to that fact that I feel nothing when that clock strikes 11am on the 21st February every year. I do, however, use it as an excuse to be celebrated - as we all should. I am the princess of the day, and as much as I would like really like to stretch that over a week, those around me are far too grounded, and only let me get away with so much. Who am I kidding, I’m a little nightmare most of the time and get away with a lot hehe *goblin runs away*.