We interrupt this intensely green experience with a matched set of chestnut hair and briefcase, both pretty intense in their own right. We were receiving some sort of electrical charge from the glowing grass Sims set we found ourselves in, reachable only by bike. It was mildly pleasant. Her honey of an ombre job is in fact
hair what's left of a whole head of blond, making it officially The Best Growout In The World. She scored the tenured leather bag at a garage sale. Verdant jodhpurs led me to ask if she did any riding, which she does -- and she pointed to her bike. While she has a going career ahead of her as a sassyperson for Ireland, she's nonetheless putting in the final minutes of high school at the Performing Arts High School where she is a jazz pianist and vocalist.