maybe it's all the "new year, new you" bs infiltrating my subconscious (seriously, women's magazines, knock it off), but i've been feeling a little blah about my hair. i'm too attached to the length to chop it all off, but i wish i could just like, twinkle my nose (i don't know how else to describe the magical bewitched maneuver?) and add five more inches, some natural, large roller-looking curls, and a few deep shades of wicked red. cause when it comes to mane envy, i hold no head of hair in higher esteem than that of jenny lewis. behold.
it even looks good from behind! of course, the adorable face and thrifty cool wardrobe don't hurt either. i'll take em all.