I may look sad in the above picture but rest assured I am not. I’m pretending that I am in a Bollywood movie, waiting for the man of my dreams. He knows I am there as I left a cow bell on my front door, which obviously means come and rescue me from my crazy family, so we can sing and dance our troubles away. I joke! This is what I wore to my cousin’s wedding ceremony number 2 of 7 – the mendhi party. If you’re not familiar with this it is basically a big, fat Bollywood-style party where we sing, dance and get “henna tattoos” done.
20-something year old, born & bred in London. Likes roaming around museums, baking cakes and strongly believes in the power of retail therapy.