A Diva Is A Female Version Of A Hustler

Today was such an amazing day. I woke up in an awful mood because my mother didn't go to sleep until five which basically kept me up, but apparently she was watching the snow which makes it okay? And then her alarm went off early when she knew full well she wasn't going to work so I had to go and turn that off.
Had a lot of thrilling conversations with my colleagues at ridiculous o'clock to see if we were going to risk going to work. Long story short. No.
Back to sleep? Yes please.
Woke up and got into hundreds of layers, including my amazing new purple hat that I love and the mittens I got for Christmas from my work secret santa. Walked to Freya's in the snow whilst on the phone to my dear but sulky Hope.



Played in the snow a bit and then chilled at Freya's with Ria & Katie. We decided a constructive way to spend our snow day would be to dress up, this led us to dressing up as 1920 flapper girls.



We put on red lipstick, pale make up, red cheeks, dark eye make-up and a beauty spot. And basically just danced around Freya's room. We also decided we have to dress up like this tomorrow night when we go out for Ria's birthday.

Katie.


Ria.


Freya.


Me.


Had some yummy dinner with Freya's family and just enjoyed feeling part of a lovely happy family. It was amazing. Then we put on music and watched/filmed Freya and Katie dancing around.

"She ain't callin' him to greet her, don't need him, her bed's made. This is a stick up,I need them bags, uh, that money. A stick up, stick up. You see them ask, where that money? All my ladies get it up, I see you, I do the same. Take it to another level, no passengers on my plane. A diva is a female version of a hustler."