i got my hairs did yesterday. it had been nearly 1 year since i had a haircut. i don't know why i do this is myself. this is before:
not bad, but about 4 inches of scraggle.
and this is the picture i brought for inspiration(ignore the blindingly ample bosom, if you can.):
wah wah, fail. i don't know why i always expect anything but a flat mom hair helmet, but that's what i get everytime. i don't even ask for it! i want wild! i want beachy southern debutante! and i get blah. and that is why i only get my hair cut once a year. the horrible fear of flat, bland hair.
on another note, after i put my boring hair up in a lifeless, no personality bun, thomas and i had a real deal date and we ended up at target looking at birthday presents for scarlett and books for us. all the paperback romances were 25% off!
and wouldn't you know it, rob lowe has the blogger pose DOWN!
i did not realize that i was pointing right at his personal bizness. completely inadvertent mistake. merely confirming his blogger pose.
and then i style my hair myself today and i realized that everything is going to be okay.
no matter how trendy, front pleating is just not flattering. a millionbillion crunches a week and one pleated skirt undoes it all. it looks like a front diaper. like early 90s beverly hills 90210 front-butt jeans. or in some circles known as kelly taylor-gluteus-fronteus-maximus.
maybe not that severe, but it makes me self-conscious
skirt- thrifted(and hemmed with unmatching red thread!)
body combat tomorrow!