I feel like I spend way too much time wondering what’s going on with Carey Mulligan’s hair:
In the last couple of months, it’s been looking quite cute. But it looks here like someone got all wacky with her roots, and the result is less “natural blonde” and more “I rubbed my clay face masque into my hairline.”
Aren’t you glad you asked? I think I love it, although I also think there’s something about it that reminds me of, like, a seriously fabulous apron — the sort of thing Betty Draper might wear if someone forced her to cook something. Like, she’d throw this on while aimlessly ashing her cigarette into the tuna casserole and staring blankly out the window thinking about how she’s ruined her life.