Shopping

My hair is amazing. I am adorable.

I got gobs of clothes: Three pairs of capris and two pairs of pants; two tanks, a white dressy tank, and a long sleved white cotton shirt.
They are wonderful. But somehow, when you're shopping, your clothes are spectacular. But then you get them home, and they've lost their luster. There's still a pair of black yoga pants waiting for me in Old Navy. And a black and white tank at Target. But I spent an obscene amount of my mother's money and I feel very guilty, as usual.

Now, back to my hair.
I got layers, but it's still past my shoulders in my longest layer. And just at my chin at the shortest around my face. It's an adorable 'do and it is perfect for my hair type. My hair is so thick and there's so much of it that it's completely flat to my head from the sheer WEIGHT of it. So ixnay the body factor and I looked like a little kid. With over half of it gone, my hair is light an is full of body. This is where we insert yet another "I LOVE MY HAIR!".

So that was my day. Oh, and my ear is healing spectaularly. No hole anymore and the graft is taking. Can anyone say "Celebration"?