Getting in touch with my feminine side...
Reds, pinks, and curls...
After years of not doing anything to my mane, a sudden visit to NYC to see my grandmother in the hospital landed me in the salon with my mother. I've been pretty negligent of taking care of myself in this way and I do believe it is fairly important. It doesn't matter how I look, but I like to look how I feel.
I'm not sure if this is...exactly it. But that's what experiments are for.
My birthday passed uneventfully, but I hope to visit one of my college roomies this weekend. Yay, Anne-time!