
I'm Robyn. And I'm an introvert.Now, if we previously crossed paths at school or college (hello darkness my old friend... jokes. Hi old pals) or you're my mum (hiya Debs, look at you go on your tablet) this won't be a shocker. But if you're just passing through my blog, follow me on social media, or we met within the past few years, this might be a bit more surprising.
WHAT I'M WEARING




"You're old for your age!": a phrase I seem to hear every time my quarter-life-status is thrown into conversation (by this, I mean I'm twenty-five, by the way). It's also a phrase that barely even makes sense... old for your age...? Huh??? Personally, I'm not convinced I come across older than I actually am, but maybe that's because I know that I wave at my dog and sniff my clothes (more on this to follow, don't you fear). So, just to show that I'm definitely not old for my age, I thought I'd share some pretty embarrassing things I do, aged twenty-five. Enjoy.




















