Ruffled

Hi there friends! What a day I had! I woke up latish and then had to get everyone ready and out of the door. I at least got my makeup on.(mostly) I has A sip of coffee and forget my hair. It was wild and crazy and I brushed it a bit ago before taking the flat iron to it. Today was a bit of polished crazy. Ruffled polished crazy.

Polished being my outfit was well thought out…..OK. It was not! It was so last moment. It was one of those days where you feel bloated and cant find your “PMS” pants. I have no Idea where my Acne Studios pants went. Anyways, I must have stood in my closet for what was an eternity. By the time I decided, it was time to get tiny child to school. Let’s be honest here, when this happens things don’t get finished. My crazy hair, my makeup was half done. I was frazzled. But, I put on a floppy hat and went with it. My shirt has ruffles, and my hair is ruffley.

I wore my DVF silk blouse with the ruffles. Since ruffles are all the rage right now, and since it is a thin shirt, I was able to not sweat to death in FL heat. I buttoned it up all the way and was still alright.Normally I hate turtle necks but this one was ok.

The thing about hair like mine is people want to comment on it. Like they feel the need to say things or touch it. my fave? “Why don’t you brush it. It looks messy.” OK, have you seen a poodle? Because that is what you will get a poodle puff.

Fear it.

What if I told you that it can not be touched, brushed, looked at, talked about….my hair is like a dragon sleeping in a mountain on a pile of treasure. Sure it looks pretty or crazy. But if you anger it, you will regret it.

Oh well.

Right?