Tank: Clothes-swap ($0), Jacket: J. Crew/GW ($5), Jeans: Lucky Brand/GW ($5), Shoes: Loft ($3), Belt: GW ($1), Necklace: GW ($2), Bag: Fossil/GW ($4)
A lot of times, my “photo shoots” go a little something like this:
Glance at clock after attempting to get 45,000 things done since 7 AM and actually finishing maybe 6 (I count putting my shoes on and feeding my children as two of those).
It’s already 4:45?
Oh no! I’m going to lose my light!
Race around reapplying lip-gloss, finding where I put my jacket, and attempting to tame my unruly locks.
Skid out door, prop hand on hip, and smile. (Actually, I just looked at the pics I posted, and I don’t have my hand on my hip in a single one. I must be evolving as a style-blogger).
So, why do I tell you this?
Because I need you to know that, had I glanced in the mirror after attempting to tame my unruly locks, I might have noticed that my bangs are flatter and straighter than an 11-year-old training-bra-wearing-and-hating-it girl’s chest.
And I might have fluffed them a little.
Because, honestly, they’re creeping me out a little with their, um, ruliness .(After all, if unruliness is a word, shouldn’t that be its positive counterpart?)
And now I make you a solemn pledge to fluff my bangs next time.
It may not be Christmas anymore, but that is my gift to you.