There comes a time when your hair gets so long that it acquires a personality of its own. People ask after it at parties, recognize it before they acknowledge the rest of you, ask about its plans for the immediate future. In fact, it wouldn't be too much a stretch of the imagination for me to claim that it was a dear friend to me: Sometimes, it annoyed the stuffing out of me. But when the going was good, Oh the Adventures we'd go on! Now that I've cut it off, looking at these photographs almost makes me wistful for long, tangled, fraught-with-split-end, rope hair again.
I've been so behind on my posting that these outfit photos are from one whole month ago. Actually, more than a month ago. Eep. I also haven't been taking street style photos around campus, in case anybody has noticed and was feeling hit hard by the absence. Or noticed and didn't care. Or just didn't notice. Any one of many permutations. But after tonight's Scene and Heard fashion show, I feel a second wind of inspiration that will hopefully push me through the rest of the semester.
|Hat - Nasty Gal; Top - UO; Leggings - Ping Ping and Rabbit; Shoes - Forever 21|
|Look at these babies. These sweet, ankle and sole breaking babies|