Sunday, August 28, 2011
Carrie Bradshaw Bun
Church starts at 9:00am. I woke up, groggily picked up my head to check the time (7:00am, I know I'm lucky) and decided I would rather stay in bed until Jet woke up instead of wash my hair. Well, Jet slept in until 8:00. Washing my hair was not an option. What do you do?
Wear a hat to church? No.
Wear a paper bag over your head? If only I could.
Sport a doo-rag? I dare you.
CARRIE BRADSHAW BUN! No, I don't watch Sex and the City, but I found this tutorial here a few months ago (I don't rat the bun like she does, because I have a big head, and the bigger the bun, the more out of proportion I look. Hello, bobble-head dashboard doll). I love Sydney's blog, The Daybook. You can have dirty hair w/o looking like a greaseball. Hurrah! I'm not going to tell you how many days it's been since I've washed my hair, because you might not want to be my friend anymore, but I PROMISE to wash it tonight!
Here's a messy version from last month.