Lately I have been so consumed with motherhood, work, and day-to-day activities that I have kind of let myself go.
Oh my gosh saying that makes me sound so old. hahahaha.
More specifically, I have let my hair go.
It's become so unmanagable that it is not uncommon for my hair to stay pulled back in a ponytail for days--I'm pretty certain that Edward Scissorhands would be in heaven if he had a chance to cut my hair.
So last week I had my sis-in-law work her magic on my hair, she's a miracle worker I tell ya.
Two hours later, lots of dye, and 30 minutes under the "heat" machine made me presentable enough for Hunk to take me out in public.
And my sweet sis-in-law also added a little somethin' somethin' to make my hair hip and cool.
I hear feathers are the new rage, Hunk says I look like a peacock. Obviously, we have different ideas when it comes to fashion sense.
I think I may also regret posting this picture in the morning too.