Sometimes I obsess over the state of my hair. Its style, its texture, its colour and its potentials are all things I keep at a reasonably satisfactory level when trying to grow it out. However I never seem to make it to that final desirable length before I get impatient and cut it all off.
This is the result of having my hair in braids for over 8 hours.
I rocked the top bun for the entire summer. Hey, has it occurred to anyone that Bert and Ernie may just be really, really good friends?
My favourite part of this whole ensemble was the blueberries. They were delicious.