We went to see my dad on his birthday, and I gave him a haircut.
I also went digging through the photo albums to find a picture of myself with longer hair (as I'm kinda trying to grow it out a bit) and came across this beauty.
I can remember this picture being taken. It's the summer of 1997, I was 18 and I'd got engaged maybe two/three weeks before. I'd been at a party at my friend Pami's the night before and then I went into London with my parents to visit some family friends. I was sooooooooo hungover it's untrue.
But oh. my. god. do I look lovely here.
(as you know, pictures of me that I like without reservation are few and far between) (90% of the ones I do like still always have something in that I dislike).