Surprise

Striped cardi, Old Navy. Tee, Steve and Barry’s. Skirt, Chaus Sport (thrifted). Sandals, Franco Sarto. Earrings, No Boundaries. Pendant, thrifted.

Londyn and I went thrifting a few weeks ago and this was one of my prize finds. (Actually, all of my purchases were scores; it was an amazing thrifting day.) I am in love with the ridiculous butt ruffles. The pleated strips are sewn to the skirt along the top edge only, so they swing as I walk. This skirt seems so preppy and clean from the front, but is a naughty surprise once you see the back.


Sorry for all the larger size pics today. I just want to be sure you can see the ruffles!
I realize I’ve been remiss in explaining the inspiration behind my new hair style, so here’s the lowdown:

My natural color is a silvery, ashy blonde. It’s the sort of color you can’t decide is blonde or brown. As you’ve probably gathered, I have a dramatic flair and a wishy-washy hair color doesn’t suit my tastes.

I’ve gone red off and on over the past ten years. I love the way it looks, but the maintenance is a nightmare. Because it fades so badly, I have to recolor the length each time I do the roots. The constant lifting and dyeing is really hard on the hair shaft. Add my thrice weekly swims in a heavily chlorinated pool and the humid Cincinnati summers and I’m struggling to keep my hair presentable. I babied the hell out of it (washing only 3x/week, deep conditioning under my swim cap, sleeping on satin pillowcases, no heat styling, etc), but the condition continued to deteriorate. It had to be cut.

I began following Sara Millionaire’s blog last fall and fell in love with the short, platinum ‘do she had at the time. (She has since transitioned into a brunette pixie style.) In December, when I named her as one of my Lucky Guide to Mastering Any Style Rock and Roll Blogger Girls, I said I planned to copy both her cut and color the next time I chopped my hair. After that, it was all just a matter of timing and this June seemed to be a good time to do it.

I LOVE my new look. I’ll admit I was hoping to appear edgy and rockerish, but ended up more mod or gamine. I don’t think that’s the fault of the cut, but more a reflection on my facial structure, body type, and demeanor. Maybe I just need to work on my haughty pout. Or buy some black leather.