Creepy-Cute Wedding Hair Throwback!

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Throw back, ummm Monday? Yeah, let's go with that. Since I'm new and ya'll are getting to know me, I thought I'd share a Creepy-Cute from way back. Here's my hair at my wedding back in 2013. It's mainly cute, I grant you that. I was going for an old fashioned, wild-yet-tamed sort of 'do.

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