“What’s with the Farrah Fawcett ‘do today?”
Little did he know that my hair was strategically allowed poofing out privileges for the day in order to provide some much needed camouflage. A real nasty addition was discovered when my hand went up to wash my face this morning and found a sore, yet acute, shot of pain running through the entire right side of my face. I felt a bump, a large, painful bump. Not good.
I hopped out of the shower in a hurry to see what damage a night’s sleep had done to my skin. Sure enough there was a large red planet protruding from my cheek. Of course I concealed the bejesus outta that sucker with as much foundation and…well, concealer as my fair complexion would allow without looking ridiculous. Not even the entire stock of Sephora could’ve helped this one, so I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t chopped off my hair during a trim the day before and went to work with it styled to cover as much of my face as possible.
Had my hair been shorter, and unable to cover my cheek, I would have had to rock that sucker like they discovered Pluto actually was a planet again, but had been relocated to my face. I may not love the maintenance that comes with long hair, but I do love how it can make a break out disappear in a pinch.
Pretty sneaky even if I do say so myself.
