What I’m Wearing:
p style=”text-align: center;”>Shirt: J.Crew Factory / Sweater: J.Crew, old (similar)/ Pants: J.Crew / Jacket: Burberry / Boots: Vince Camuto, old (similar)
Purse: J.Crew / Earrings: The Pearl Monkey, c/o / Bracelet: Kate Spade / Ring: Kate Spade, old (similar)
I’m so endlessly jealous of those girls who always seem to have exceedingly flawless hair. Flowing, gorgeous, Disney princess-esque locks. Like Kate Middleton.
Screw you, Kate Middleton.
Well… not really… I still adore you. I am just really jealous of your hair.
Most of the time, I’m pretty gifted in the hair department. It generally does what I want it to do. I can style it in various ways. It’s occasionally really soft to the point of being remarkable (but really, people do remark on how soft it is). A solid 80% of the time, I manage to look like a real human.
But the other 20% of the time…
If there is precipitation of any form or extreme weather – one end or the other – disaster strikes. Total and utter disaster. Wind: you can’t run a brush through the rat’s nest that appears… and I get Elvira-esque volume. Rain or snow: my hair suddenly molds to my face. Intense cold: I don’t know why but dreads suddenly form. High heat: please, god, no.
Basically that 80% of the time is when it’s 75°F and sunny in Dallas… which truly is about 80% of the time.
On the day I shot these photos in NYC, I experienced multiple forms of weather. Wind, cold, rain… disaster. Disaster appeared atop my head. It was super sexy.
I’m so stinking happy to be home.