Well looky who conquered the bun....
It's not perfect, and it's certainly not straight, but it has a certain amount of charm, methinks.
Thanks to this post on Fash Boulevard, I have made it my mission to wear my hair differently at least once or twice a week. That is HEEEEYOUGE for me, people.
And we're not just talking outside of the comfort zone for hair. Ohhhh no. This weekend? While I was at Trader Joe's? I bought two filets. And cooked them. On the grill. AND ATE THEM. Well, I ate one. I gave the other to The Hubs. I'm nice like dat.
I'm not a huge red-meat eater, and if I do, it's typically lamb. Definitely not beef. I could count on one hand the number of times in a year that I eat red meat, and I NEVER eat steak, but for some reason, it sounded good. Grilled it up, added some gorgonzola crumbles on top, and DAYUM if it wasn't tasty.
So first the bun, then the steak, next thing you know I'll be B.A.S.E. jumping off a roller coaster or something. Don't scoff - I know someone whose husband is a B.A.S.E. jumping freak, and he has snuck into a theme park after hours to B.A.S.E. jump off the highest roller coaster there. He may have also hid himself in an office downtown before, waited until the building was closed, and jumped off the roof. And there maaaay have been a police officer waiting for him when he landed.
Meh - maybe I'll just stick to buns and red meat.
Jacket: The Limited
Tank/Belt: Old Navy
Pants: Hudson, via clothing swap
Shoes: Steve Madden