Passive Hairgressive

On Sunday my mom called to tell me she got a Gmail account so that she could post comments on my blog. She also said that she "really likes it" and I'm "doing a great job". Of course, she has to like it. She's my mom. Not liking it is tantamount to being an nonsupportive parent or to admitting that you've raised less than stellar progeny. She also said "Don't take this the wrong way, but, why don't you get Paula to do your hair?" (Paula is Richard's sister. She is a hairdresser). For those of you who don't speak passive aggressive, I'll translate: "Your hair looks like crap." I would have to say that I agree. My hair often looks like angry gremlins spent the night rolling around in it and pulling it up by the roots. I've grown accustomed to it. I did have the thought that it was slightly moronic to have a style-related blog and have crazy hair. That said, I justified it by telling myself that I have 365 days to wear 365 outfits. My hair is not going to look good everyday. Nor are my outfits. Some days, many days, I'm just going be less than stellar.

Outfit:

Brown Tweed Jacket: I got this at Walmart when I was visiting my mom in Hanson, MA. Walmart is the ONLY retail store for miles. I kid not. When I visit my mom, we go there a lot. I got it when I was working in admissions because it looked the part. It was 5 bucks!

Sweater: Goodwill. I just loved the little details and it is super soft!

Pants: Goodwill

Shoes: Airwalk. If it rains, I'll be in my boots!