Photo via Le Fashion
I began dancing when I was seven-years-old and did ballet, tap, jazz, pretty much the whole nine yards. But because class was right after school, my hair was always swept up into a tight knot on top of my head. Well, there was this boy in my grade who, everytime he walked past me, especially when we were all sitting on the floor learning how to do math with beans and mini paper cups, or whatever that was (does anyone know what I am referring to?!) he would grab my bun and twist it. When I was yell and swat at him, he would just grin and say, “Oh sorry, I thought it was a door knob!” Needless to say he drove me crazy. Anyway, it looks like these knotty buns are back! Remember this girl’s daring hair? I am digging this girl’s hair in the photo above, although I don’t know if I would have the guts to wear it that high on my head. I guess I only did that when I was seven?
Ladies and gents, your thoughts?
