Changes
Since high school, I've done my hair in a single style which wavered only on where I put the part. This year has been rather stagnant and I've harbored the mundane fantasy of walking into a salon and just telling them to have at it with the only proviso that the result be easily managed. I made that a reality on Thursday. As you can see, I'm still a bit at sea when it comes to hair cement and basic styling.
(I'm out at a café enjoying an Earl Grey latte, so this isn't precisely a professional shot.)
R has taken some time in adjusting, but he's getting there. For my part, it's odd waking up with a head of hair that falls somewhere between David Bowie and Wolverine, let alone reflexively reaching up to wash or sweep out of the way what isn't there.
(I'm out at a café enjoying an Earl Grey latte, so this isn't precisely a professional shot.)
R has taken some time in adjusting, but he's getting there. For my part, it's odd waking up with a head of hair that falls somewhere between David Bowie and Wolverine, let alone reflexively reaching up to wash or sweep out of the way what isn't there.