Cardi - Yumi
Top - Anthropologie
Jeans - Gap
Shoes - Threadsence
Earrings - c/o This Enchanted Pixie
Necklace - F21
Ring - Ruche
I finally got my hair cut. And I hate it. I asked for one thing and got a totally different thing. It looks fine when it's all curled and such, but when it's straight it's exactly what I didn't want. Yes, I shed some tears. No, I'm not going back to get it fixed because I would need to lose about five inches to get what I want, and I'm not willing to do that.
Now, I realize that there are bigger things in the world like people dying, children starving, and I'm in no way saying that my terrible haircut holds a candle to that. I have perspective. All I'm saying is I'm upset that I asked for one thing, and instead have what she thought I should have. And it sucks. It really sucks.
I feel like that contestant on America's Next Top Model. You know the one I'm talking about.
This whole post was brought to you by one pouting woman who assumes that you care about my hair, which you probably don't, and that's okay.