First of all: I don’t think I can, in good conscience, keep saying I have short hair.
It touches the back of my neck now, which is a hella strange feeling. It hasn’t, until now, been longer than my chin since last February.
I kind of like it, but I also liked the buoyancy of the shorter version. It was always out of my face, and it had so much bounce and personality that I hardly had to brush it. More than that, I liked the touch of ’20s androgyny it gave me. It seems I’ve transitioned out of that ’20s androgyny and into ’50s hyperfemininity. Nothing wrong with either – I just have to figure out which one I prefer. Anyone have suggestions?
That aside, I fulfilled one of my wishes this Christmas: BRIGHT RED PANTS.
I went full-on rockabilly today. I’m tending that way more and more.
She’s so sophisticated that she forgot to remove the broom from this shot.
Here’s how old this sweater is: the tag says “made in the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong”.
I like maintaining simplicity in the bulk of my outfit and getting fancy in the trimmings. Cool scarf, cool jewelry, cool boots. Solid colors in the middle.
I have been wearing these boots EVERYWHERE.
Sweater & Rings: Battery Street Jeans Pants: Gift Coat, Scarf, & Boots: Handed down