|dress: Forever 21 (so old) // denim jacket: Nordy Rack // chucks: thrifted
There are a few reasons why I might have had such a good hair day here:
> I got to sleep in.
> It was Friday.
> I didn’t shower until 5pm and then kept my hair in a towel until I was running out the door.
> The Hair Gods decided I was worthy.
Whatever the reason may be, I’m stoked. My bangs seem to finally be getting the picture that I want them gone, my chopped ends from my last trim fiasco starting to look normal again, and, with the temperatures heating up, my locks are filling up with humidity and regaining their natural wave.
Sometimes I think about going red or, heaven forbid, Zooey Deschanel brown, but it’s days like this that remind me why I love my blonde hair so much. Plus, who wants to rock dyed hair in the summertime? I’m not ’bout that chlorine green look.
Also, I made Dago take these photos after eating at our regular Friday spot
because the little red flowers matched my outfit too perfectly. And then a taxi pulled up and spit out a bunch of onlookers. GET OUT OF MY FOTO.
Speaking of an awesome hair day, they’ve been real
rare lately. I’ve been growing out my bangs for a year (I know, they are still pathetically short for how long I’ve been trying). So many cute bangs photos are showing up on blogs and on Pinterest lately, so I’m feeling a little bang envy.
How do y’all stay strong when growing out your bangs? I’ve been trying for years and always give in.
I’ve wanted hair like this forever. I think it would look really good and really grown up on me. Would posting pictures of Amanda Seyfried and other pretty-haired dames in my every day life help me remember my cause? Or is that totally silly?
Should I forego the hair-growth journey altogether? What do you think?