Hair tied up Chels? What's going on?
When I got ready on this day, I really liked my hair and make-up, it was out of my face for the warmer weather, I'd tried out an old headband I used to live in. However as soon as I saw some of these snaps (and others that were 100% not making it to the internet) I hated my look. Head on shots made me look weird as you couldn't see any of my hair and I thought my choker made me have some sort of giraffe neck. So I reluctantly let Zhi carry on taking photos in the hope that I could have a few for this post. I absolutely adore this jumpsuit so not being totally happy with how I look in the images made me feel a bit unhappy.
Looking at the photos now, the select few, I realise I had been blowing it out of proportion. Yes, even now it's not my favourite look but it does look like me and I shouldn't put myself down. Because between you and me, I do think I'm quite pretty. Not a Regina George with a "So you agree, you think you're really pretty?" could change that for me. My mum taught me very well, from a young age, that I was beautiful. That I was pretty. And I 100% believe her and feel pretty (most of the time). Not everyone will agree because beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that jazz. But as the beholder, I'm damn pretty.
Though I still hate the third picture ... I will post it because it's just my face.
The Nasty Gal jumpsuit is the main reason for this post. I fell in love with this jumpsuit a few months ago and bagged it ready for my trip to Canada. It didn't actually make it out of my suitcase on that trip, it nearly did one day for a walk which make have turned into a hike so I feared for it's safety.
The jumpsuit made me feel amazing, it is such a pretty design, the waist is belted, the buttons are oversized and the neckline is cute. The first time I tried it on, I felt like Allie Hamilton, minus the fancy retro curls. Although those could totally be arranged.