There are times when you just don’t have time, and you do what you know, what works, and what feels comfortable. Without warning, I’ve fallen deeply into this rut, and I’m asking myself, “How the hell did I get here?” At one point, my daughter inspired me to be even more funky, to defy the inevitable mommy odds, and be my stylish, creative self. I guess I found a stride, and then kept doing the same stride. Over. And over. And over again until it morphed into some horrid, half-assed interpretation of boring. So here’s to 2014, and the looks I will make happen in this glorious new year.
A totally neutral outfit, and turquoise eyeliner
A few more hours in the salon chair for some extra-long Marley braids
A pouty red lip, like the kind I loved wearing when I was tearing up Paris many moons ago
One bold nail pattern amongst a handful of solids.
No need for me to go all out and do the whole hand.
Some subtle, sophisticated ombre hair highlights to bring out my bountiful coils