One would think that I might have grown tired of these shorts last summer (ubiquity what, what), but alas, I did not. How could I? They’re so bubbliciously pink, and cheery! In fact, I was just waiting for the slightest bit of sun to kiss my pasty gams before busting them out again.
Sooooo, I got my hair did yesterday (hence the tossing; the dancing was induced by Empire of the Sun). Hopefully, you noticed since it’s much brighter, and shorter. In an effort to combat humidity (bleh), I opted for some all-over layering; I thought it might make air-dried, beach waves more obtainable. We’ll see. My hair hates FLA June-September.