It was a raging case of hair experimentation.
Who knew dealing with hair was so damned difficult?!
My hair, frankly, irritates the shit out of me, but I would't dream of cutting it in a million years!
It was sweet of y'all to go into raptures the other week, when I wore it out, but you have NO FRIGGING IDEA how hard it was to get it not to look like a flat, straggly flannel thing on my head!
It's fine, knots easily, and itches my face.
I'm not above having a childish tanty, and I frequently do when I attempt to do anything other than shove it up into a beehive!!!
It's my signature look, anyways.
G went motorbike riding with his elder brother and a friend last...or was it the one before?!-Sunday, and I popped up to meet them at a pub on the outskirts of town for a gentle drinkie.
(I was driving, so it was tomato juice for me, as I am far too paranoid to have any alcohol in my system when I'm driving. Especially if I'm playing Siouxsie, or Rammstein, as it makes me feisty. Best not to tempt fate.)
G and his mate ride Norton's; G's is 1973 Commando 750, and Vaughn's is a '59 something-or-other.
They're terribly manly, and so cute when other blokes come and perve at their machinery!!!
Belt-thrifted in New Mexico
Tights-retail, mesh ones off Trade Me (growler eaten, dammit)
Handbag-50's/60's, a school fair for a whole dollar
Earrings-also thrifted in New Mexico, in Truth or Consequences, actually!
(Love that name, and such a great little town!)
Sexy man-scored him at work, over 22 years ago!
I do kinda like it, although I had to stab myself in the head forty times with bobby pins in order to have it look artless and ever so casual.
PS-I'm quite amazed at just how many of you have a garden out there! YAYS!