Chicago and Miss America 1923
I went to Chicago last weekend. Before I went, I trundled off to see my hair stylist who is an amazing hair stylist. But she is generally kind of amazing (went back to school for a Med Tech degree because "it's good to keep learning and try something new." When I suggested she might consider doing a BA, if she wanted, her reply was "funny you should mention that... my professor said the same thing last week."
Anyway. She is also the magician who makes my hair color the color it is.
My friend Lisa called this a No-Nonsense Face. I was all BUT SPARKLY SUNGLASSES YO. I asked my magic hair person to give me this long bob all the women of acting in the 30's are sporting lately. This is me without having really done much to it aside from run a brush through the snarls. It's the first time in a long time I have hair where I like it straight as much as I like it with curl and volume and stuff. When I asked her to chop it, it was really long (for me). Three inches or a bit more off the bottom and cleaned up layers also makes for much easier hair styling, let me tell you what. In addition to hair changes, here is what I took to Chicago. (Style note. The reason I am so reluctant to give up clothes that don't fit is that denim dress. It is comfy and cute. I couldn't wear it for 18 months, and it fits beautifully well, back to being comfy and cute and in heavy rotation. It's like jeans. But in dress form. Makes a perfect backdrop for so many pairs of shoes):
(Observe the stupid number of pairs of shoes).
Lastly new style icon. (Or have I posted her before?). Anyway. Miss Gorman, first Miss America. With her greyhound. Replace that fur trim with something else not quite so... furry. And I would wear this suit to work every day I possibly could. With hat included.
Anyway. She is also the magician who makes my hair color the color it is.
My friend Lisa called this a No-Nonsense Face. I was all BUT SPARKLY SUNGLASSES YO. I asked my magic hair person to give me this long bob all the women of acting in the 30's are sporting lately. This is me without having really done much to it aside from run a brush through the snarls. It's the first time in a long time I have hair where I like it straight as much as I like it with curl and volume and stuff. When I asked her to chop it, it was really long (for me). Three inches or a bit more off the bottom and cleaned up layers also makes for much easier hair styling, let me tell you what. In addition to hair changes, here is what I took to Chicago. (Style note. The reason I am so reluctant to give up clothes that don't fit is that denim dress. It is comfy and cute. I couldn't wear it for 18 months, and it fits beautifully well, back to being comfy and cute and in heavy rotation. It's like jeans. But in dress form. Makes a perfect backdrop for so many pairs of shoes):
(Observe the stupid number of pairs of shoes).
Lastly new style icon. (Or have I posted her before?). Anyway. Miss Gorman, first Miss America. With her greyhound. Replace that fur trim with something else not quite so... furry. And I would wear this suit to work every day I possibly could. With hat included.