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01 May 2013

that day i took photos during my haircut, just not of my hair


Because obviously during a haircut, who really takes photos of their hair? Actually, this is what happens when you're stuck waiting for blonde hightlights to set. Because blonde hair doesn't get that blonde on it's own, ya know what I'm sayin' ladies?

I only treat my hair to one cut/highlight a year, which I know by all standards of womanhood is terribly negligent of me and probably viewed as unhygienic by some. But quite frankly, I'm not all that adventurous when it comes to my hair and, well, if you were once given a haircut that made you indistinguishable from an 8 year old boy, those scars really never go away, let me tell you. Needless to say, my hair hasn't been shorter than shoulder length since then.

But enough about hair sagas, am I right? That ring I'm wearing today was my grandmother's, and I think what I love the most about it (besides its general awesomeness), is the fact that there's the tiniest little chip in it, which my grandmother said she accidentally put there in some way or another. She left her mark on it - it tells a part of her story. I sorta really love that.

Oh, and mixing polka-dots is totally okay in my book.

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