Brace yourselves. I just read about the latest fashion trend and, trust me, you’re going to throw up.
Nostril hair extensions.
I know. Go throw up. I’ll wait.
Now, I want to believe that I’ll grow into a mother who lets her daughter express her own sense of style. But if I pick Annie Bea up from the salon one day and she has long, artificial hairs fanning out of her nose, I will lose it. I will throw up and lose it.
What ever happened to good, old-fashioned tongue piercings?