Yowza, what a morning. It was bright and sunny but I overslept, so my 6 am run turned into a 6:45 am run, which did not give me nearly enough time to prepare myself for the day. (Twenty minutes to shower and shave and make myself up and blow-dry my infuriatingly long, water-logged locks?? Yeah, right.) I really need a haircut. I've been enviously eyeing Mel and Christina's shaggy, uncoincidentally twin trims, but I don't think I'm quite ready to part with my full fringe. I just don't like how heavily my hair hangs when it's at rest, which part of the reason I've been defaulting to the Wang braid lately (that, and I don't seem to have the energy for my usual daily teasing routine).
Good thing I had these photos bubbling on the back burner (I'm such a cheater) from yesterday morning. All I can say is, thank you K for simply rolling your eyes and ignoring my raging, and thank goodness it is finally Friday (again). The weeks really do seem to fly these days.
Tonight, we feast (this time: Italian style)! K and I are meeting up with the family in Burlington to celebrate my mom's birthday at Trattoria Delia! This is like a fun game of "Round the World (of Food) in Eighty Days." Especially since I've been living off of $1.99 Indian food from Trader Joe's ever since I stocked up when I was in Boston.
(dress: goodwill; hat/scarf: thrifted; socks/shoes: Kohl's; bag: consignment)