It's 1 am and I don't have much time, but...
After taking a large impromptu census today, I got a haircut like this:
After a little over a year with no haircut, which looks like this:
Ugh. Somebody was taking stealth photos at that frickin barbeque and mailed us a link. I had no idea my body language was so guarded around new people.
Not a tear was shed. I had to convince the stylist that I wasn't sentimentally attached to the length. I actually had to tell her to go higher. I never thought I'd hear myself saying that during a haircut.
After playing with it a little bit, I've discovered that it's possible to pull off some
unexpected things.
Not like the hair will give me Grace Kelly's flawless face, but I can tell that going curly and brushing back is going to be just as fun as flipping the ends forward and under. If I curl it tightly enough, it looks like a bob-- but it's still just long enough to pull back into a little ponytail. AND there were cheekbones under there, along with something resembling a jawline. Whaddya know?
Gawd, I'm tired. Enter abrupt ending.