Last week I decided to let my hair down. I have been getting headaches (as was expected) from my super tight ballerina buns and I wanted to show off my new color as well.
My boyfriend and I decided to go to Providence for the day and take a mini shopping trip. I assumed I would be in air conditioning the entire time and just put a little Bumble and Bumble in my hair and went on my way.
This was not the case. We thought it would be fun to walk around near Brown and visit the Urban Outfitters and vintage stores in the area, and yes hopefully see the elusive Emma Watson. It is was so humid out I wanted to cry. My hair which looked perfectly lovely in the car turned into a poof. A huge red poof.
By the time we got to the mall it was bad, just bad. I will not complain about the weather or the temperature or if my feet hurt, but I will complain about my hair.
So as I am whining away about how I will have to walk around all day with silly poofy hair and I won’t like anything I try on because of it my boyfriend says something I never could have expected.
“At least now you will look like Grace Coddington!”
I’m not sure if I should be proud that he knows who she is, and sadly used her name in the correct way. Or if I should be insulted…