Black & Gold

Lately, my feelings have been all over the place. I’ve however had Sam Sparro’s song Black and Gold on my mind for a while especially the part where he says:

‘Cause if you’re not really here / Then the stars don’t even matter / Now I’m filled to the top with fear

This is how hurt my heart still is, 40 days after losing my dad.

A few days ago, I decided to meet a childhood friend of mine and get some drinks. i’d had breakfast at Radisson Blu and decided to check out happy hour there. I had a few Daquiris. I so want the little basket thing the popcorn was served in. I guess I might have to make a trip to Big Makit soon.

When hunger struck, I got some shrimp…surprise! surprise!…with veggies and hot pepper sauce. It was lovely. May as well go pescetarian again. The seafood here tastes sooooo fresh!

Now on to the outfit. You shouldn’t mourn after 6 apparently but when I’m dressed to go out, if 6 happens to happen whilst I’m out, I’m certainly not going home to go change into something else. Lol.

Camisole: Tie Rack; Skirt; Topshop; Belt: ASOS; Shoes: Zara; Bag: T.K. Maxx; Camouflage Cap: Foot Asylum; Watch: Daddy’s; Cuff: Mummy’s.

My mum is so stylish and so was my dad. I’m forever adding their belongings to my attire. The bag for instance my mum bought me and I love it. It should’ve been the only bag I packed really.

When I went out, I added the camou snapback for some added èsjé swag. I really enjoyed the night although I had a few sad moments along the way. Apparently this is normal and I know I’ll be better with time.

Happy Tuesday my lovelies. Peace, Positivity and Purple Hearts.