You look a little naked.
Thank goodness for gloves! Phew, can you imagine the embarassment of exposed wrists? The good news is Salon Selectives had my back that night. My bangs-to-the-heavens were cooperating and thanks to the flared-out-on-the-sides swoopty 'do I created for the special occasion, I had room for a flock of terns to nest comfortably behind my ear. (Although, I think from the look on Donita's face, one may have fluttered out right before the picture was snapped.) Not sure if the left side of my hair fell from all the booeying or if I ran out of hairspray before I could get to it. Regardless, the whole ensemble is something pretty special, don't you think?
Hard to believe it's been twenty years!