All The Faux-Hawk Action I Can Muster
UmberDove
Today is no ordinary Wednesday.
No, ladies and gentlemen,
today marked the very first day of using
PRODUCT
on this fuzzy head of mine. I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a long and lasting love (with plenty of cussing no doubt) relationship with Mr. Extra-Strength-Waxy-Pomade.
Hello my new lover! Muah! Let's make magic up there!
(And for you ladies out in the blogosphere who have been rocking the shortie short hair for a while, give me your product recommendations! I'm climbing the everest of beauty products, literally starting from ground zero and planning on having some fun with the shortness)
In other news, I purchased a chaise lounge yesterday. I've been struggling with finding the perfect reading and writing nook in my house; the lighting is either too dim or seating not loungy enough or it's right in the middle of the chaos that ensues with four men running rampant through the house (three of those men wear furry coats. Just to be clear). She's lovely and squishy and ALL girl and ALL mine. I plan on fighting the good fight against muddy paws and anything that resembles tortilla chips because SHE is a lady. And all I want to do is park my cords right there below the windows, reading and sipping tea (this tea, pictured below, a triple sensory delight) by the drizzly afternoon light.
No, ladies and gentlemen,
today marked the very first day of using
PRODUCT
on this fuzzy head of mine. I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a long and lasting love (with plenty of cussing no doubt) relationship with Mr. Extra-Strength-Waxy-Pomade.
Hello my new lover! Muah! Let's make magic up there!
(And for you ladies out in the blogosphere who have been rocking the shortie short hair for a while, give me your product recommendations! I'm climbing the everest of beauty products, literally starting from ground zero and planning on having some fun with the shortness)
In other news, I purchased a chaise lounge yesterday. I've been struggling with finding the perfect reading and writing nook in my house; the lighting is either too dim or seating not loungy enough or it's right in the middle of the chaos that ensues with four men running rampant through the house (three of those men wear furry coats. Just to be clear). She's lovely and squishy and ALL girl and ALL mine. I plan on fighting the good fight against muddy paws and anything that resembles tortilla chips because SHE is a lady. And all I want to do is park my cords right there below the windows, reading and sipping tea (this tea, pictured below, a triple sensory delight) by the drizzly afternoon light.
OH!
and p.s.
I made these for you:
The newest of the new in my Soulful Armor series.
cheers!
~ Umber