Yesterday I wanted to be in pajamas, today I wanted to dress up. You can only imagine what it's like to live inside this head.
The other day I instagrammed that straight hair is the first indicator of me running late. Now the truth is out: my "natural" waves are phony. The majority of the comments confirmed my suspicions: everyone else in the world has impossibly perfect wavy hair. I also learned that your dirty hair of choice is a pony tail or bun. (And for the select few, a hat.) I have been known to rock the tardy sock bun from time to time, but if I have twenty minutes and a shower is imperative, then I have no choice but straight hair. Of course if we are talking super late, I typically just don't show up to where I'm going. No need to have a bad hair day and be late. Now you know where all of my priorities lie.
(If you are wondering how my legs aren't freezing under this maxi -- well it's Texas and I'm wearing leggings. I'm sneaky like that.)