PSHHH. Sooo today I had a hair appointment, since I looked in the mirror last week and Laura Ingalls Wilder was staring back at me (scary thought considering how creepy Melissa Gilbert looks these days). I get a model discount at my salon, so I really tried to dress the part (didn’t want to get denied, OBVIOUSLY) and wore this beautiful silk dress by Tracy Reece. What I did not discover, until entering the salon and seeing my reflection in full sun, was that the dress was see-through. My stylist cut my hair beautifully, and while styling I asked her if she could do my hair “Old Hollywood” style, because I wanted to watch her do it and learn how to do it myself. My adorable Japanese stylist, Auymi, speaks english with a heavy accent and said “Old? Old lady?” and proceeded to curl my hair into Shirley Temple ringlets. After a couple strands, it was too late to go back. I left the salon looking like a poodle in negligée. I had an acting workshop with strangers shortly after, so I quickly ran across the street, dunked my head in a Starbucks sink, ran into the nearest store, bought some pants, and pretended like the whole thing didn’t happen. #Whitepeopleproblems
Cassie’s Poodle Perfect Look: Dress by Tracy Reece, Shoes by Steve Madden, Bracelet from Sophie’s Sister, Glasses by Banana Republic.
