Last night I was supposed to go to a burlesque class with the lovely Zara. Unfortunately, I’ve come down with a weird cold / cough bug that’s rendered me grumpy and sofa-ridden when I should have been prancing about with a feather boa.

So in an attempt to cheer myself up late last night, I attempted my own little burlesque / pin-up girl homage in the privacy of my own bathroom. I never really wear my hair up, and you can probably see why. These are the kind of ridiculous photos that will a) come back to haunt me in a few years time and b) not be possible when I move in with the boy later this Summer. So enjoy while you can!

I’d like to tell you how I did the hair, but I really can’t. It’s neat in the front, but at the back there’s all kinds of partying going on. It involved masses of dry shampoo, a lot of kirby grips and a dozen of those annoying metal sectioning clips that either slide out or get ridiculously tangled up. I really don’t know how Bernie Dexter does it.