Blast from the past- The Bomber Jacket

Reminding me of my school days in the 90’s, which for some generations would seem pre historic, the bomber jacket is back with a vengeance. It was so ‘in’ back in the day, I remember wearing it on top of my school blazer just to be seen wearing it, because taking our school blazer off, meant detention. (Oh, those American Academy school days!)

I’m in love with my face creams! I don’t know whether it’s because I wasn’t able to hydrate my skin normally up until this year but for the first time I feel good smelling them, wearing them and having them on me. Growing up, I never had acne but I always had spots and cysts on my cheeks and below my jaw line. They would never go away and I would always irritate them and scar my face even more. During this time, I would go to my beautician and buy creams for irritated problematic skin, so never fully enjoying the procedure or never actually pampering myself at a beauty therapist. My skin care regime which I hated would always consist of a toner that smelt like medicine and creams to dehydrate my skin.

My very first article for, ‘The Devil wears Prada’ is dedicated to the one and only Maria Pohani, my grandmother, my idol, my favourite person in the world.
The saying, ‘like mother, like daughter,’ in my case should be, ‘like grandmother like granddaughter.’  It all began from a very large wardrobe. My Narnia! Instead of ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ think of, ‘The bags, the furs, the leather gloves and the wardrobe’.

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