Yes, I'm boring some days. Actually most days since my life consists of a 7-4 job, tending to the dog's every whim and squeezing in several volleyball leagues. But thus is life in Cleveland. In the winter. I cannot wait for spring to well, spring, so we can start exploring again. That and I'm so uninspired by taking photos in my apartment. I pretty much stand there and say, ok, here's what I'm wearing. I think my head looks funny from the shadows. The outdoor ones are much more fun, exciting and fresh!
black tee - target, grey boyfriend vest - charlotte russe, skinny jeans - arden b, black fuggs - target
And even when we get teased with a warm day (by warm, I mean 50 degrees people, wahoo!), there's still slush covering every inch of the pavement. So while running errands the other day I insisted on short sleeves (and covered with a jacket for outside) as a nod to the acceptably warm day.
What you don't see are my fuggs (from tar-jay) protecting my feet from the sludge outside. Sigh, chant with me now, out like a lamb, out like a lamb. Come on March, pull through for me here!
What you also don't know is that I dyed my hair the other night. A monthly process as my dirty blonde hair doesn't really go with those insanely black eyebrows of mine. In an effort to keep everything matchy-matchy I usually spring for a medium ash brown coloring every three or four week. This time, I tried out a different dye than my norm, the Garnier Herbashine. The verdict? IN LOVE with my hair color. Seriously. It couldn't be more perfect.
BUT, the stench, yes I said stench, of the hair dye was more than I could take. I had to wash my hair three times to get it smelling normal again. But, I love my hair color. Was it worth it?

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