Endless Euphoria

Ph. Alice Point Nude nails? Blush outerwear? Combed hair (!)? Don't panic, I didn't hit a rock while skiing down the snowy Alps last week, though my number one priority since getting back is definitely to get some specs sorted: my (so-called) friends took advantage of my truly terrible eyesight to trick me down the darkest pistes ('This run really shouldn't be classified blue', I can hear myself saying as I squinted down at the icy, 45-degree slope beneath me). Not thanks to them, I survived the Winter Games concussion-free, so how else to explain all the, erm, girliness? What can I say, even this girl can't help but get a little soft when Spring is only...