It'd be pretty cool to cover my wall with Polaroids. There's something ethereal & eerie about them to me. My dad gave me his old camera a while ago, but I never used it. I actually think it's in my attic somewhere, along with all my other junk. Maybe I'll go dig it up when I visit home.
And I love that model's hair. It makes me want to grow mine out. Remember how I said I was getting a haircut months ago? Never happened. My hair is still full of split ends.