It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m at home not watching Return of The King because I’m an amazing girlfriend and I’m actually waiting for M to have the time to see it with me as he lamented in the past “We’ve haven’t seen any of them for the first time together.” When he plays the whole “The Music Sounds Better with You” card I am helpless.
So I’m home, after a dramatic hair cut eating what seems to be a bottomless bowl of soup, pausing every 20 seconds to brush my new bangs of my face. As after any hair cut, my head feels lighter and happier. I’m digging the cut today, but I know I’m going to adore it in about 3 weeks, which in my opinion is the mark of good work. Donna, my new stylist and buddy, not only new exactly what I needed after looking at me for a moment, but also understood that I needed something that would look great as it grew. And Presto.
Now I’m going to do other things that aren’t watching Return of The King.
Today’s sing-a-long song: “Waitin’ On A Sign” by The Tea Party.
HRH
Updated
With hair photo for Kari. It was much edgier yesterday, but the layers are serious and, as you can see, I’ve already started bushing my bangs aside. The man digs it, which is good. I’m still unsure if I’m enough for this hair. Oh an the mirrior in my barhroom is kind of strange and I way trying to be kind of arty, which is hard to do when you’re trying to pose and shoot at the same time. A success? No, but you can see the hair…
HRH
