When I Grow Up I Want to Be French

It's a not so well known fact that I love pretty much everything French: music, films, the language, the food, the men (although they always seem to be a little short) and the toast. But most of all I love the way that French women dress. They have such an effortless grace, like no matter what they put on they are going to look fantastic. I hate them for it! And I constantly strive for that same seemingly effortless fabulousness. Last night I made one such attempt for the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs show.

Really, I just put on a vertical striped shirt and suddenly I think I look French. Probably not. However, I did finally manage to style my hair in a way that I don't entirely hate.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I've been up to a lot the past few months, mostly traveling, and I hope to share more about that...but one of the biggest things just happened yesterday. I finally decided it was time to donate my hair to Locks of Love. Unfortunately, in my nervous rush to get to the salon I forgot to take a tape measurer and my stylist couldn't find one either. Not wanting to fall short of the 10 inch minimum we just decided that's she'd chop off as much as possible, which ended up being 13 inches (I measured when I got home). I'm not thrilled with the results, but I'm sure it will grow on me (hahahahahaha, bun intended).

What do you think?