Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up next to me every morning? After I made the judicial decision to let my wavy hair be wavy on a rainy Monday morning, after a long run where I stuffed my uncooperative pony-tail into a neon green baseball cap, after combing and slicking back said hair following my athletic expenditure as I settled into my cozies last night, and after sleeping on this matted mane of tangles and bobby pins for a solid 7 hours?
Well, here you have it. Blake walked up behind me this morning and told me that I looked like a backup dancer for an 80’s hair band. Volume, anyone? Also, Blake, what exactly is a hair band?
And- for comparisons sake [& as proof that I did shower and put on makeup before I left the house this morning]- the after.
There you have it; photographic evidence that I really do need 3 elastic bands to keep my up-do out of my eyes while running.