My hairdryer broke. In proper humour fashion it broke with half of my head done. One side: coiffed, the other side: I woke up drunk. Holla. My hairdryer! What a specimen of early 90's design! Look at how beautifully the wording has rubbed off over the years! I'm reduced to "pony-nub"ing it today -- the faux hawk of ponytails, the "she had to work really hard and thinks she looks totally hard-edge with that ponytail that's been cut off" look. Sigh. See my face. What has 21st century america come to? Oh, the horror. I put black eyeliner on my face because black is how I feel on the inside. today.
In other news, the living room wall is finally something that makes me happy. Love that shelf? I do! I made that lampshade! It was sooooo hard.
My mission today, other than finding a wide brimmed hat and Twiggy sunglasses to shield my disheveled and shameful exterior from the ever hateful world, is to book it to Lowe's and find hinges! I put on doors! I do half my hair! I'm unstoppable. I haven't had coffee.
1 comment:
hii. i've been secretly following your blog for weeks.
you're funny. i already knew that, but haven't gotten to be exposed to it as often as i'd like.
also, on a totally random note... i additionally follow a blog that dedicates 1/4 of its time to keeping your brother in NYC. saipua, anyone? the "its a small world after all" song has been playing in my head with the craziness of it all.
and hey, we're gardening too!
xo
jennifer tomko now wilsie
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