Ok, let’s just pretend I’d actually brushed my hair/ put on make-up
before I took these…
Ok, the promised poll. For Elena’s birthday a few of us are going for dinner and drinks in the centre of Manchester. The question is, do I go a bit fierce, mini, show off my legs in a dress that makes me look a teeny bit like my bust is a shelf I could eat my cereal off… or flash a bit of hour glass and cleavage in safe and repetitive old faithful and enjoy the warmth of tights encasing my feet?
The choice is yours, lovely readers!
(Well actually it’s mine, but I promise to take the majority vote into account!)