1. Fun Bun: Until recently, I was content to leave ballerina buns to the professionals (namely, lithe models with razor sharp cheekbones and unnaturally dewy complexions). Then the hairstylist-from-hell entered into my life in a second failed attempt at finding a Boston salon and my hair was straight-up murdered. I’ll save you the rant on the color fiasco (how is it possible to leave with more roots?) but the breakage this sadist inflicted is beyond repair.
I have extremely fine hair which makes it susceptible to flyaways (and forces me into a constant battle to “Embrace Messy Hair” à la Bri Emery) but the more aggravating part is the giant rat’s nest that forms anytime my hair is wet. I learned at an early age that a wide-tooth comb and a hefty handful of conditioner was my lifelong morning routine cross-to-bear. Devil-woman ignored this wisdom and bleached, ripped, and burned my hair until I walked out of that salon with each individual hair broken (not exactly what I meant by “layers”).
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Since I’m in denial and not ready to chop it all off yet, I’ve been trying to wash it less to combat the brittleness. Only problem is that super fine hair is not tussle-and-go, so (amateur) styling is mandatory. Enter the Fun Bun (and a sincere love of dry shampoo). In my variation, I pull the hair almost all the way through the ponytail and then secure the two ends together at the crown with bobby pins. I’ve tried the sock bun before but this is much easier to create volume and I prefer the relaxed look.
I should mention that E hates it. Okay, well, he’s commented a few times, “I prefer your hair down.” But I’m master of reading between the lines and know exactly what he means – “I’m embarrassed to be seen in public with that filthy, messy ‘do.” I’ve been chalking it up as a man repeller to justify my shameless frequent donning. But I can’t stop. I mean, I can deal with a decrease in sexytime for 2-minute hair prep! (Sorry, love.)
2. Lips: After reading a few reviews, I gave the new Revlon Lip Butters a whirl. Being a fair-complected blonde, I’m a lipstick fanatic. It’s my answer to you lucky brunettes and your dark, defining features (have you ever heard anyone say, “God, I just loove your translucent lashes!”). However, I tend to lay off the Nars in the winter months when moisture is at a premium. By title alone, Lip Butter seemed intriguing for these parched puckers. One of the only colors I could find in stock was Raspberry Pie. First thoughts – I like the consistency, it does moisturize a little, the price point is right, but the color fades relatively quickly. Overall, a good buy and I’ll try more colors.
3. Necklace: I’ve been wearing this piece from House of Harlow with button downs. It has me coveting a few other bib and collar necklaces:
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4. Walls: We’ve been living in our apartment for 9 months and it has yet to “grow on me” (hell, it has yet to not make me want to vomit). I think I’ve already mentally checked out of here since I’ve had a gallon of Benjamin Moore’s “Grey Owl” sitting in the living room for months doing little more than collect dust. Sigh. All the work would seem worth it if only the end result could magically resemble my inspiration photo:
5. Photography: Munich Flagpoles by Michael Parker.