Last week I got an itch. That irrational spontaneous itch. The one that tells you to chop your hair off or get a tattoo or some type of new piercing (and fails to mention you'll regret it in a month). So, instead, I decided to pacify that something-different-urge and dye my hair. For the past two and a half years my hair has been solid black. I decided I had nurtured my ends back to good health and that they could take on a little dye again. I lifted the black out of the ends of my hair causing some sort of unintentional ombre/balayage fade that I absolutely love. It's very streaky and piecey. Very un-perfected and I rather like that.
worn - Beanie, thrifted (.50 cents). Slouchy black top, thrifted (.99). Cozy white sweater, Neiman Marcus thrifted (2.). Black skinny jeans, Jennifer Lopez (14.)
can you spy my camera remote....? HA!