Money money money, must be funny in a rich man's world

HATS HATS HATS!

I saw this lady's lovely hat choice on a Sunday when stopped at a gas station mid drive back to Nashville on a massive bus with my show choir. Upon my excitement at this woman's style, I dragged a friend with me to go get a closer look.

Thankfully, instead of having to be a stalker, the woman was nice enough to simply pose for a picture! I've been wanting a floppy hat, maybe not one quite so fancy, seeing as I have little occasion to sport such fineness, but perhaps a floppy beach hat. This woman and her class inspired me to break down and cough up the money the next time I saw a floppy headdress that caught my eye. The result....

TA DAAAAA!

My very own floppy hat.

Thanks to Ross.

The lovely part of a floppy beach hat alleviates the need to style your locks every time you venture onto the windy beach.

More hats to come!

Random, random, oh how random!

"Hairy" Potter Park Weekend

Every where I look, hair is a shining beacon on the tops of men and women's heads that automatically forces me to judge the individual's style.

Hair matters.

LIE: Long hair is always pretty.

LACE:(The beautiful, yet delicate truth to the typical hair myths that girls often buy into) Any hair style can become unkept or too much of a good thing.

I saw this gal at the gate of Harry Potter Park. Her hair is gorgeous, but the length has become too much for the thin nature of her strands. Time for a cut!

On the tram in the airport.

In FL!

Harry Potter Park and brilliant sun here I come!

Being in FL, the weather was, of course, windy. I opted to keep my hair out of my face with a cute side braid, leaving the rest of my hair down, but controlling it with gel so as not to let the wind whip my hair into terrible knots I'd have to fight out by brush later.