Feb 15, 2014

My sisters and I have this thing where we text each other bad pictures of mostly each other. It's actually pretty astounding how many terrible pictures we have saved on our phones just for that purpose. Ah sisterly bonding...

In my defense, this trainwreck was the morning after my sister 
Jenny's wedding in NYC where booze was consumed in extreme excess
until an hour that no one should ever still be awake drinking, when clearly
any hope of removing makeup was unrealistic at best. 
You're welcome.

This fabulous tradition all started with bad bedhead/morning face pictures. Pretty much you wake up and if looking in the mirror makes you jump back with fright for the monster in front of you, it's picture taking time. We quickly realized that my hair is truly something special. It's like wire and can just remain in directions that defy physics. For example:

When looking at these pictures, which were taken in the comforts of my own home, with my own bed, and my own hair products and weather I'm used to, it begs the question, what in the hell is my hair going to be doing when I'm traveling through tropical climates without my worldly comforts? Well your guess is as good as mine. But know this, I will be updating you all with what kind of bedhead occurrs so that you may travel along with me, or rather along with my hair.

So keep checking back for new pictures! And be afraid. Be very afraid...

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