Today I have pretty fab hair, but even that isn’t helping my dreary ‘tude. What a sad day - usually a fair amount of my mood is derived from my hair. I feel put-together, but stiff, with my hair properly straightened…natural and fresh when it’s in pretty ringlets…frazzled, restless, and a-put-together when those ringlets turn frizzlets (thanks, Wisconsin weather). Today’s smooth, straightish, but not straightened, swingy and not stiff, slightly flat, but not too much so, hair SHOULD mean and equally satisfying day, no?
I also kind of hate my outfit. but after spending all day yesterday going through my clothes in storage (two HUGE plastic storage tubs, three grossly overflowing PacSun shipment boxes, and two heaping laundry baskets later), I didn’t have it in me to be creative after a rough night of sleep.
What a disappointing start to the week, Monday.
