Anyway, I couldn't it anymore. Chop, chop, chop. It's much healthier now, but I'm not even positive that the back lines up. I could have big chunks hanging down and have no clue. Rand hasn't said anything, but that doesn't mean much.
What I Wore After Chopping My Own Hair:
Awkward pose alert! The wind was attacking me and I was in a rush b/c the construction guys were starting to laugh at me. :) |
- maroon maxi skirt (thrifted)
- orange crochet trim tank (Old Navy via Goodwill)
- patterned cardigan (Lane Bryant)
- earrings (c/o Charming Charlie)
- nude flats (Target)
Kitty Cat Bonus Photo:
Beau decided to join us while we were sitting at the table and it just so happened that my necklace from yesterday was sitting on the table. And I mean "just so happened" as in "I'm a slob and of course it was sitting there in that totally inappropriate location 24 hours after I took it off." Anyway, Rand decided that Beau needed some bling. He's a pimp. Beau, the Pimp Kitty.
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