At least that’s what it kind of looked like. Either that, or I look like one of those girls in the movies who is about to pull the clip out of her hair and wave it back and forth in slow motion to “Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright. But, I haven’t washed my hair in three days, so I’m not sure how much movement I’d get.
Wanna know why I haven’t washed my hair? Postpartum hair loss. Seriously. I think it is worse this time than with Ellen. I have a receding hair line. It’s hooooor-able. Whatever. Good thing Sam is worth it.
And, now that I have hyped this outfit up so much (I’m pretty sure I missed my calling as a runway announcer), here it is:
And, before anyone jumps all over me, we went to an outdoor Mass today, so jeans were suggested. I know most of you don’t care bout dat, but I thought I would make it known. But, if you gussied up today and wore a mantilla, link up here before it’s gone gone gone.
Then, head over to FLAP for more pretty duds.