Pineapples or Paris
So I will spill, I was an inch away from packing my bags and flying over to London and Paris for a special project, but as it turns out, I am 32 weeks preggo! go figure! It is hard for me to sit here, on the couch, in just a singlet feeling sorry for myself in the shocking heat that I just can’t stand anymore and see the world of fashion continue on and head to Europe for fashion week. It was this time last year I was ready and packed to head to Paris for Wella, the best trip of my life, not a day goes by where I don’t think about that trip and how lucky I was to go. I suppose its a good thing that I didn’t go now, not just cos of the fact I can’t fly but because I wouldn’t be able to show my true style and fashion personality with a watermelon poking out my front. If I was wearing my snap backs or crazy disco ball skirt accessorised with my bump, I would just look like a fool, I look like a teenage pregnancy enough with my baby face so I might just stick to focusing on September and take the bambino!