The best thing about the Breakfast Club, it’s open all the frickin’ time. The worst thing about the Breakfast Club, it’s open all the frickin’ time. This means that there is access to pudding and milkshakes when you’re intoxicated. Shit.
I wore my light wash MOM jeans and star print blouse. To ‘jazz’ this up a bit I wore my red cravat around my neck which I got for £1 from Elephant and Castle market – never judge a book by it’s rough, broken off, hostile cover kids.
The cravat does make me look like a little scottie dog, but I suppose we’ve all got to draw our inspiration from somewhere….
Until next time, peace and kisses