So my mom surprised me today by scheduling a hair appointment for me this afternoon, and just like that, the heavens opened upon me and sang Hallelujah. Momma always knows when to come to the rescue, because these roots are looking prey-Ty bad. You want to know another thing that comes to the rescue? Boyfriend's shirts, when I forget to pack mine after we workout. That should explain why the shirt in the pictures above looks a lit-Tle big. It is in fact not mine, it's his, hence, why it is tucked in. At least, I've got my hair going for me today, because I am obviously lacking in the outfit department. Again, momma coming to the rescue - Saving my appearance, one hair appointment at a time!
*Have a wonderful Friday, and I hope everyone is feeling the 1960's vibes, like I am today!*