The title of this post really has nothing to do with what I'm wearing, except maybe, the watch. But it was a better title than "Burger Date", which is where I wore this. Sometimes Friday nights call for burgers and too many fries, and killing time in big box stores before you're seated. Nice weather is very slowly approaching, and I'm excited for more nights like this one, where I actually want to leave the house, and maybe even forget my coat (I did).
I also cut my hair last week, but I don't have much to say about it. I chopped eight inches off a few months ago, and to my surprise, didn't feel emotional about it at all. It was just time. This time around I cut three more inches off, and I'm feeling about the same, I was feeling like I needed a change, a way to usher in the new season, and this was it. Sometimes it's just time to lighten the load. Which is saying something, because I've always been an emotional hair-cutter. Whenever I would go through a bad break-up, I'd end up with less and less hair, to the point of a chelsea in one instance (it's safe to say I was an emotional wreck in my late teens/early twenties - who isn't?). So it makes sense that up until recently my hair had been growing out for years. I think the symbolism of a drastic haircut is interesting, whether it's due to a break-up, life event, or simply wanting to start fresh in some way, a hair cut - to me at least - is a tangible record of the experience and a way to physically manifest and work through those feelings. Or, you know, a good excuse to cut back on the shampoo bill.
Oh hey, and yeah, HAPPY SPRING!
I also cut my hair last week, but I don't have much to say about it. I chopped eight inches off a few months ago, and to my surprise, didn't feel emotional about it at all. It was just time. This time around I cut three more inches off, and I'm feeling about the same, I was feeling like I needed a change, a way to usher in the new season, and this was it. Sometimes it's just time to lighten the load. Which is saying something, because I've always been an emotional hair-cutter. Whenever I would go through a bad break-up, I'd end up with less and less hair, to the point of a chelsea in one instance (it's safe to say I was an emotional wreck in my late teens/early twenties - who isn't?). So it makes sense that up until recently my hair had been growing out for years. I think the symbolism of a drastic haircut is interesting, whether it's due to a break-up, life event, or simply wanting to start fresh in some way, a hair cut - to me at least - is a tangible record of the experience and a way to physically manifest and work through those feelings. Or, you know, a good excuse to cut back on the shampoo bill.
Oh hey, and yeah, HAPPY SPRING!
Wearing: Sweater: Madewell // Shirt: J.Crew // Belt: J.Crew // Jeans: Cheap Monday // Bag: thrifted Coach // Earrings c/o Seahag & Walrus // Watch c/o Fossil // Shoes: thrifted Bass
