I have been on the death march week of the tour. It goes like this: Get up at ungodly-thirty, go to airport, get on plane, get off at another airport, sit, get on a plane, get off plane, get cab, throw bags in hotel, fluff hair, go to event, have the only fun 2 hours [...]
This braid is going to Locks of Love. YAY.
Peep my cousin’s friend’s 13 year old daughter, doing the Rose cover shot pose after her mom sheared off seven years worth of gorgeous hair—it kinda broke her mom’s heart, but it is for SUCH a worthy cause. Yay, anonymous kiddo in an unspecified [...]