Dress: stolen from mother
Bracelets: Claire’s Accessories, a pair of jeans i bought once, various street stands in China
Hey gentlepersons. Introductions are always awkward, especially at a(wk)ward shows. But this elicits some self-consciousness too.
My hair, in its raw unaltered form, is straight. Very, very, straight. If i put it through a straightener, it’d probably get less straight. So naturally, i want waves. For a while, this was a problem, because i’m scared to death of searing myself with an iron. But last night, i was braiding like a wannabe and recalled my (hellish) elementary school days, during which my mom would arrange my hair in two cute innocent braids. After i pulled the elastic out at the end of the day, voila waves! Yummy. Hopefully i can do this more often.