red-letter day

In which I commemorate the 19th year of my existence by wrapping myself in delicate scarlet. Wearing Oarry gown and Sleeh heels | Photographed by Mummy Ong The way I see it, frocking around on one's birthday is wholly necessary. Much like publicising what you're having for brunch every other day. Or over-analysing how your flat layout should fit into a square. Hashtag stress. All you Insta -enthusiasts feel me? Cutting my potential verbal diarrhoea short, I actually turn nineteen today. What a strange number to be stuck with for a year. P.S. Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes and gifts! Fret not, I will spare...