Gap sweater, Gap vintage flare dark wash jeans, Gap silver flats, Express rhinestone cowboy--I mean--hoop earrings.
I spend a lot of time on my hair in the morning; I straighten it, I curl it, I hair spray it, I make is shine...THEN I get pissed off, rip it all out, run around with a stick up my ass and yell at Jay (poor Jay)... and then huff and puff and finally wad up my hair and whip it in into a pony tail. I think my hair is up in a pony tail AT LEAST 6 days out of the week. WHY IS IT CALLED A PONY TAIL? That is sickening. These are actual pictures I took of myself: me, fixing my hair, and me, after fixing my hair:
On another note, I am being social tonight and am looking forward to it (what a good feeling)! I am doing some meal planning for a friend of mine and we have decided to meet once a week and cook healthily together. It is a good way for me to invest in friendship and help someone cook healthily. I'm bringing some pretty little aprons, a bottle of wine, and a cage for the kids.