I do my own hair. Not because I'm a bit thick, but because hairdressers never seem to get it right. I go to have it done, and I come home, and do it again. So I figured it would, possibly, be a bit smarter to just do it myself to begin with.
A week or so ago the sun came out for the first time in a long while. It was warm, and it felt like spring, so I decided something had to go.
Hair was the thing to go.
This is what it looked like before.
After, it had a fun new shape.
Took new hair to the job office on Monday. I think it was Monday. Could have been Tuesday, too. I forget.
Anyways, remembered to make husband snap a pic of my outfit. I chose to wear red that day.
Dress, petticoat, corset: handmade by me
shrug: cut an old top in half, opened it on the front, and lined it
Yes, lipstick clashes with the dress. But I was running late, as usual, and the only other option would have been black.
For some reason, black lipstick and job office doesn't sound like a good thing to go with.
I've been shopping, too, though I can't remember when. It must have been a while back... anyway, found something I've been gagging for.
It's a fan!
I've been learning to use it, too. I think it may look a bit silly if you're elegantly opening a fan, and then manage to both drop it, and hit yourself in the face with it. Then again, I'll do just that no matter how hard I practice.
I've always been a bit clumsy. I'm the girl who's always tripping on her dress, falling down on the stairs, and dropping expensive things. A bit sad, but a perfect reason to cling on to husband's arm :D