Its all fake darling

Funny things keep happening to me.

I recently had done my first ever set of gel nails, a craze I never thought I'd become a part of, and I loved them, another surprise. Last night whilst out shopping after work I found myself coveting black faux fur cropped jackets, I even tried one on and now, not even 24 hours later, I'm desperate to get my hands on one before the work's Christmas party.

My friend, who recently got married, the wedding being the reason behind the false nails, is a huge fan of falsies and is quite partial to the occasional fake tan. She looks fantastic but its never crossed my mind to become a copycat. Is she to blame for these happenings?

I am concerned that within a few months I'll be booking my first ever spray tan and popping into Paul's on Oldham Street to enquire about hair extensions. There's absolutely nothing wrong with fake nails and the like but it's just not like me. Or at least I thought it wasn't me. Maybe its a phase? I can just about cope with the nails but if I catch myself even walking towards a pair of white jeans I'll be having serious words with myself.

There's a limit.