Okay, I know we said we wouldn't be posting this week, but sometimes the rules bend -- and sometimes they break like the hard-working fingers of Lady Tyra Banks' all-star weaveology squad.
So, sure, we're working hard over here, but obviously, so are they. A creation like that deserves a little unscheduled recognition. I don't even care that she's wearing granny booties I'm not entirely sure about, nor that her sleeves may have once adorned the scalp of a few rich, vain New York financiers. When you prance around town wearing a crown of hair that shiny, that randomly spiky, and that reminisce of a deluxe baked good, it tends to eclipse everything else. It has totally eclipsed my heart, that's for sure.
