:It's former life was an old belt I bought on sale. I loved the look (and smell) of the leather but the strips hanging down lent it a very countrified look. Think hillbilly style, not the nouveau cowboy chic everybody's rocking these days. (Can you use nouveau and cowboy in the same sentence? Fashion police, please report!)
So I cut off the strips and found another way to fasten the belt and waited for something to upcycle the leftover leather into. Today inspiration finally struck and I braided the strips and hot glued them onto a new dollar-store headband. (Fashion police: I understand that most of what I just said in that sentence defies all rules of en vogue standards. But that's just how I rock it, hillbilly style.)
In other news, I realized this week that being born blonde might be the greatest cosmic joke ever. As a child and recipient of every blond joke ever told, you have no idea that your sun-kissed highlights are the envy of many. By the time you discover that you should rock what the good Lord gave you, your hair is more the color of icky dishwater than the golden strands your childhood pictures well document and you will need to pay a small fortune every few weeks to maintain those variant shades of yellow.
This week I decided to take matters into my own hands and take back my kids' college tuition from my hairstylist (nothing personal, Katie...I still love you!) and diy my hair with a box from the drugstore. Yikes...turns out the joke is always on me! Just please tell me you see mostly yellow and not the orange it was two days ago?