Life comes full circle, doesn’t it? I’m sporting the same hairstyle I wore in 1st grade. My mom used to pull the hair in front of each ear up into little pigtails. The tufts of hair remind me of floppy puppy dog ears. It surely isn’t the most mature look for a 36-year-old, but it keeps the hair out of my face.
Shirt, Old Navy. Skirt, thrifted and gifted. Brooch, Newport News. Tights, We Love Colors. Shoes, Oh Deer! Bag, Simply Vera.
First grade and today. I’m afraid I only get less mature with the passing years.