So tomorrow is my birthday. This year I turn 22, I remember thinking 22 was so old but now I've reached it, I still feel like a bratty teenager. Today, my wonderful Mum took me to Brighton. One day I WILL move there; I think it's one of the coolest places. We did a lot of shopping, hopping in and out of the numerous vintage stores in the city centre, and had lunch outside at one of the restaurants down the laines. Below I'm wearing a turban (found in a thrift store for a fiver. Bargain compared to the high street's £10 alternatives); and a vintage 80s shirt I bought for a quid at a charity shop back home.
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