Club Monaco sweater, Gap jeans, Michael Kors heels, Chanel bag, Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses
Have you ever thought after putting something on that it didn't look right, but then you asked people and they kept telling you how fabulous you were, but you knew deep down that you looked gross? Well, that's what happened to me, except for like an entire year. Yesterday, my husband found some photos of our "first" and what I call our "secret" engagement shoot. I call it secret because those photos have never been shown to anybody. It was when I saw those photos that I realized I looked completely disgusting with long hair and NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL ME! I looked like some sort of weird Asian John Lennon. You would think that someone would go out of their way to at least tell me that. I was really disappointed that nobody did. Could you imagine if I accidentally wore a pair of circle framed sunglasses? I mean for almost twelve months I walked around with my shoulders back thinking that I looked like a freakin badass, hair down to my shoulders (!), and that I would be doing side braids and pony tails in no time. Well, let's just say I found out right on time before I started to "experiment" with some new long-hair hairstyles.
After the discovery, I started to doubt all my friends like it was a conspiracy theory and I was thinking back to all those times that they said I looked cute. Total lies!! I mean I get it, you don't want to hurt a friend's feelings, but come on an entire year is taking this joke a little far. And then, my deluded ass for not seeing how gross it looked. It takes a village I guess. Needless to say, after getting those proofs, I marched myself to the nearest salon and chopped all that hair off and adopted a new mantra: never trust a girl who suggests I grow my hair out. I got your number, bitch.
Anarchy Street, Stella and Dot, House of Harlow and David Yurman bracelets, Anarchy Street and Cartier rings
