61 and pleasant
I got my hair shortened again! I love it, except that the lady got a little nuts with the clippers to the point of removing the SKIN ON MY NECK but the red is fading and it doesn't feel any worse than, say, a slight sunburn. Sigh.
But! I look (or at least feel) like a rock star. Or possibly David Tennant. So whatever. I asked her to buzz the hell out of it and make it look androgynous, but she didn't know what that meant. "Uh . . . kinda butch?" She was nice, though, and she actually believed me when I told her I wanted it short. (Most hairstylists seem to not understand that. Oi.) And she really did a good job.
I couldn't wait to actually, say, fix my make up or pick up my living room before taking pictures, so I'm going to be vain now.
And a bonus of me trying to bro it up with Percy, who is having none of it:
Bonus fun fact: in none of these pictures am I wearing trousers.
But! I look (or at least feel) like a rock star. Or possibly David Tennant. So whatever. I asked her to buzz the hell out of it and make it look androgynous, but she didn't know what that meant. "Uh . . . kinda butch?" She was nice, though, and she actually believed me when I told her I wanted it short. (Most hairstylists seem to not understand that. Oi.) And she really did a good job.
I couldn't wait to actually, say, fix my make up or pick up my living room before taking pictures, so I'm going to be vain now.
And a bonus of me trying to bro it up with Percy, who is having none of it:
Bonus fun fact: in none of these pictures am I wearing trousers.