Dress: Gift (Lovely Girl) — Camisole: Thrifted (no label) — Shoes: Earthies — Ring: Shop in Hallstatt, Austria — Earrings: Vendor at Lake Bled, Slovenia
As my hair grows out, I’ve taken to clipping or pinning it out of my face when it gets too irritating. It’s perfectly at eye length in front, which is really delightful when I want to be distracted by wild hairs at the edge of my peripheral vision.
Personally, I think it makes me look kind of like Ayn Rand or like a 1940s schoolgirl, but at least one coworker has opined that they prefer it clipped up.
I don’t think my coworker’s an objectivist, but I could be wrong. I’ll have to casually bring up trains and see what happens.