The Root of the Problem

I've had an irresistible gravitation to silver tones lately. Maybe it's the new bling ring, maybe I have had my fill of gold, who knows. But one thing I'll never tire of is pushing style boundaries like wearing nearly all silver toned jewelry, but then pulling a one-two punch with my metallic gold nails and Marc Jacobs clutch (with gold hardware). Some would say it's style sass, I say it's 100% pure unadulterated laziness.

For a definition of laziness, look no further than my 3 inch roots.

You know it's bad when your husband-to-be pulls the camera away from his face and says, "Baby. Your roots."

I die.

Things are looking up, however, because the next day, I had my hair cut and colored and I'm feeling so "A-HA" fresh again I could sing. That, combined with my spiffy new gel manicure (OPI's Axxium manicure which lasts at least two weeks or more, Hallelujah, Amen) has me singing from the rooftops.

Just in time for Los Angeles.