This was the image we created this morning in this beautiful little village:
The venue is a pretty little Hall, surrounded by cottages. If you looked along both ends of the road you can see little ballerinas skipping along in their pink leotards, skirts and cardigans with neat little buns, holding their mums hands who are also unusually well dressed and fresh for this time in the morning.
Our silver focus (now almost black with dirt) pulls up outside. I get out, rocking a scruffy pair of trackies and a tie dyed hoodie, and managed to bring an empty macdonalds cup with me that rolls along the floor. Biggie Smalls is blasting from the radio. I pick up the cup, look over and Olivia is stood next to the car krumping and performing her best ratchet dance. To top it of I realise I have a huge mark on the front of my hoodie. All I can do is laugh.
Sometimes these situations embarrass me. Sometimes I say 'fuck it' and get over it. Today was a day where I complimented livs fabulous twerking skills, grabbed her hand and skipped into ballet with zero fucks to give.
Kelsey x
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