so, last friday i decided i was bored with my hair, and it hadn't been touched by scissors in almost a year, so i made a phone call and scheduled a cut for that day. i have this fantasy of getting married with hair that is at least long enough to pull over one shoulder; it is truly pathetic how often i dream of waking up with hair about six inches longer than it is currently. really, subconscious? that's the best you can do for me? and as much as i hate to be that girl that is thinking about her freaking wedding day hairstyle a year in advance, it seems i am that girl, so i told anya (the sweet russian girl who chopped it) not to take off any length. she snipped away for about 40 minutes, and even took the time to diffuse my hair (something i never bother with - if i leave my hair to air dry, it curls itself -) and i happily paid her and went home. upon closer inspection, though, i couldn't really tell it had been cut. it looked. . .cleaner, maybe? but you'd never know i'd paid to have it cut unless i'd told you. so after a few days of hemming and hawing, i showed back up today and asked her to cut me some bangs. so there you go. i got a haircut. now you can tell.
this shirt, from quail, is one of my all-time favorites. unfortunately, last summer, while out of town and sautéing some onions in butter, a bit of oil leapt onto the shirt and i knew i didn't have time to get it to a dry cleaner, so i made the fatal mistake of washing it. even without putting it in the dryer, it shrunk up and warped a bit, so i'm left with a top that fits a little odd and is about 2 inches shorter than i'd like. so today i decided to do something about it, and sewed some vintage lace to the bottom, for modesty's sake.
tomorrow is friday (for me,) then friday night i have a show to attend, then saturday morning i'm off to california for a week of relaxing with my family (sam included.) i'll bring my computer and try to be better about posting - i'll have no excuse! - as i have many photos and recipes to catch up on.
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