Ombre Hombres

I hate ombre hair. I mean, I have it, but, I loathe it. OK, I didn't loathe it when I got it. And this isn't a situation of 'I used to have beautiful caramel colored hair and then I lost my job and couldn't afford to get my roots did, so I have ombre hair.'

I literally just look like such an asshole 3rd grade teacher with my chin length bob and solid brown hair, that it's my sole option to escape looking like I hand out juice boxes for a living. Also, I got carded in Puerto Rico last week, whilst ordering a glass of wine. No big deal...you only have to be prepubescent eight-frigging-teen to drink there. As an ode to my played out hairstyle, that will never die...Here are my hombres in ombre.

Thanks for keeping two-tone hair relevant, comrades.

Furnishing The New Pad: A Divorce Story

Ever seen the episode of SATC at the furniture show? Big gets drunk, hits on Carrie and crucifies Natasha's style? Let's just say...I pick my battles. And I'm going to the front line on this one.

 Bought this

 Painted a wall with this

Wish I were doing this.

It's Wednesday, y'all.