{mia via}
Lately something has been weighing down on my mind. It’s my hair. It’s got to go.
Pretty much every time I see Michelle Williams (did you see her as Marilyn?) I think I must unequivocally go Pixie. But then I remember, I am not Michelle Williams. I am more…Mac Tonight…with Tinkerbell’s ears. Gulp.
Maybe I could just trade heads with Michelle Williams {via}. Not in a creepy way though. I totally don’t have the stomach for that sort of thing.
I mean really. It makes me want to abandon my newfound red-head ship and go running back to platinum blonde. {via} But then I become terrified that I’ll have to run out without doing my hair one morning and no amount of cute headband will keep me from looking like this:
Okay…talk me out of it.
Feed Me Seymour
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