Sasha Jane, ticked off velvet accessory stand for my honking rhinestone ring and vintage silver bangles
Until the end of the year, be prepared to be to see some schizo hair lengths; I'll be sharing a few outfit pics that didn't get posted when they were actually worn. As I approach my 2014 shopping sabbatical (witty awesome title still not determined, suggestions welcome), it's a relief to find forgotten photos from before the bone marrow transplant, and be reminded that I do have
The Deets: Bow-tie blouse from Indian tailor (Indian flea market stall);
Maxi skirt (Ross clearance, $7); Impo booties (old)
Another goal for next year is to thoroughly enjoy my hair - once it grows back into a bob. Super short hair is not for me. In the early months of living on a bone marrow transplant unit, it was a great no-maintenance do, but it became surprisingly expensive, because it needed to be cut so frequently. Even though The Teen wouldn't let me shave my head when she shaved hers, the last time I had it cut in September, I practically scalped myself, hoping I could do an effortless Jamie Lee Curtis style, and be done with hair maintenance forever. Um, no. Instead my thick straw-like locks shot out like an angry hedgehog's quills, and nothing would do but to start growing it again, so the longer weight will pull my hair down and give it the illusion of softness.
One style lesson I learned this year? Short peeps can look long and lean in maxis.
Of course I know it's just hair, and with The Teen only beginning to show the barest signs of hair growth post chemotherapy, I'm not obsessed with it. But man, I miss it.
Have you ever regretted a drastic hairstyle change?