I’ve been in a Rockabilly / Dieselpunk mood lately. The music! The clothes! The hair! I’d say the make-up, but I don’t normally wear any. Although I am tempted to run out and get some. There is something about that time period and it’s calling to me.
I tried my best to not remember anything I learned about the World Wars when I was in school. Dates for who invaded who and who blew up who because of what were really not that interesting to me when I was a teenage hippy. If they would have taught me more things like women in the factories, the artwork on the planes, and the crime scene, I might have had a better grade.
|My attempt at a Gibson Roll. It kept falling out, though.|
My sister and a friend were over last week and we started looking up YouTube videos on hair and makeup and all that jazz. My friend managed to get fake bangs and I managed to put my hair up in a Gibson roll. Of course, I failed to take a picture of it. I tried again this morning and failed miserably, so I just pulled my ponytail through the ‘hole’ and let it go.
|Don't mind the decor...|
Taking pictures of the back of your head is hard!
|My frizzy, frizzy hair.|