Shirt: Gap * Jacket: thrifted * Black motorcycle jeans: Gap * Boots: Target
Sometimes, when you're sick, you take your outfit pictures inside. Against a white wall, with an ugly lamp. Because your boyfriend made you. I'm a pretty good patient when I'm sick, I think, but sometimes I get stubborn. On Friday, I thought it was a really great idea to go outside and take my pictures in the wintry snow. I thought I looked downright badass, and knew that that shit had to be documented. Joe put his foot down and made me stay indoors. He was just looking out for me, I suppose, but these pictures do not thrill me. Aside from my purty face and the Chicago Public Library print, there ain't nothin' goin' on in these pictures.
Wait, yes there is something going on! I'd like to take a moment to talk about my hair. As you know, it is short. What you may not know is that I'm slowly, and patiently (though my hairdresser would beg to differ, seeing as I have multiple times threatened to shave my own head, and have once followed through with a buzz cut, which she spent months trying to fix), trying to grow it out. I've never been able to grow out the pixie cut in a less-than-horrendously-awkward way, so I'm trying to do it as slowly, intentionally, and fashionably as possible. It's more a test of character than a real desire to have long hair again. But! Good news! It's working.
Das braid.
It is now long enough for me to create the Frankenstein's monster of french braids in the front. Yes, I'm aware that the braid only goes about three inches, and it's really more a smashing down of hairs than a proper braid, but all great experiments need initial horrible failures to get to that Nobel Prize. The Nobel Prize for Excellence in Hair-Growing-Out Patience. The braid stayed in all day, so I think I'm well on my way. I do wish I had taken a picture when it came out, since the resulting hair swoop put the members of Flock of Seagulls to shame. Maybe next time.
Any tips for me as I grow out my locks? Care to share examples of great curly-hair hairstyles as it grows out? Any tips on how to avoid the allure of the buzzer?
Title song: Matt Pond PA, "Our Braided Lives"
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