Happy Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone!  I'm debuting my shorter locks as promised, in a flapper-ish ensemble-- how apropos!  One of the best pieces of advice I've ever read is, if you're planning on switching up your hairstyle, or you really want the stylist to "get" what you're going for, the best course of action is to come to the appointment dressed in the mode of the style you're going for. 

Sweater:  thrifted.  Polka-dot Tights: Target.  Shoes:  MIA.  Beyond wrinkled Dress/Slip:  F21.  Bow:  Me-made.

I hate doing this extreme and corny a close-up of myself but I really am loving my little bow necklace that I made out of the discarded hem of a dress that I tore into strips and braided.

What's next?  I point into the horizon, or check the time with an exaggerated sweep of my watch-wearing arm?

And here, a peep at these cloisonne key earrings that I actually wear quite a lot, but now they will actually get a chance of being seen now that my hair's a little shorter. 

Speaking of peeps, Easter really snuck up on me this year.  It may be the first time that I haven't done anything with my family, or my Sweets'.  I slept with the window open last night, too, and I think I made myself sick that way so even if there were jelly beans or Peeps to be had, they wouldn't likely stay down, anyway.  I'm reminded of the following song by one of my favorite but oft-overlooked Nineties bands--



I'll have to rectify this missing-of-Easter business soon...

Yours,

Elissa.