June 14, 2011
June 13, 2011
There are few certainties. But the best weekends are completely random. And certainly perfect.
Breakfast at Southport Cafe and Grocery with Figs, Whit and Em. Our waiter brought us a giant cookie because we were clearly hung over, as was he. Concerts in the park. Coffee. Waking up on the couch at 4N.
Last night I had this weird dream that I dyed my hair pink, yellow and blue. The blue and yellow, not so much, but I'm definitely not opposed to the pink. Pink, and more Pink. I really love highlights of pink either underneath the hair or just a random strand. It gives a once simple hair color some pizazz.