Skirt: Thrifted Blosue: Thrifted Belt: Thrifted Shoes: Thrifted
So me and my sisters have this quirky little habit of doing things together and then attaching the word sisterhood to it to make it sound like we all did something terribly unifying together. We all went shopping and ended up with the same shirt and what did we call it? Sisterhood shirts. We get the same food? Sister dinner. We all lose a limb? Sister nubs. You get the gist. So last month when my sisters were here we got Sister feathers. You know what I'm talking about, those terribly trendy feather extensions. I thought what the heck...for the sisterhood ANYTHING.
Well turns out that little innocent looking feather is not so sisterly and wonderful after all. It has left me with... a bald spot. I was combing my hair yesterday and that feather got tugged right out along with oh lets just the size of an infants grabby fistful of hair.
I'd show you and all but my head is healing...okay so mostly just my ego is healing. Thanks for nothing all you unifying sisterhood nouns, now give me my hair back!