A wise woman I know once told me that there are two types of women: those who dress for men, and those who dress for other women. I actually think I do both depending on the day, but I will admit that there are two very different kinds of outfits. The below, which I imagineered up while working from home this morning, was never meant to be understood by the penised of the species.
To test my theory, I emailed my boyfriend a picture of this concoction, and received this promptly in return:
Haha, so true! Then my (male) therapist said he thought it was very "creative," which may have been code for "time to catatonically make some rainbow lanyards down at the mental hospey." But I don't care, when the girls at xoJane HQ saw me, they immediately descended upon me like a group of fluttery compliment fairies and dusted me with the magical glitter of their attention.
If you want to recreate this look on your own head (and I can't imagine why you would), all I did was dry my hair in a bun on top of my head, do a quick round with that barrel waver Cat was pimping a few months ago, then ratted the hell out of the top layer and pinned the bottom layer up underneath. Add birds and butterflies to taste.