The major feat with those wedges is that I made it through a ten-hour day with them…and only regretted the last hour or so.
They made me freakishly tall. Like at least 6’2″ but maybe more. Which gave a couple of my students a complex because I literally had to lean down to talk to them. What did you say little person? Let me bend down so that I can hear your pathetic little whispers. Don’t worry, you’ll grow eventually. Maybe.
I’ve decided to let the bangs grow. Last time I got them trimmed I did not set another appointment with the intention of letting those bad boys growgrowgrow. Now, as they get to the almost-time-to-cut-them stage, I’m starting to regret my decision. Also, regretting that I haven’t had my eyebrows done in a while because my bangs were acting as a cover that is going to be blown soon.
And that is it. Normally I have non-appearance related things to say with a what-I-wore post but I’m out of words. This might be a first. Do not fear, I’m sure I’ll think of something soon enough.