I got my hair cut yesterday. Usually when I need a haircut, plan A is to badger Annie into doing it. She thoughtlessly fled the country, so that's out. Plan B is to wander into the mall and get someone there to do it, but I haven't done that since we moved to Rochester so I don't even know of such a place here. So I had to go with plan C, which is to go to an actual freestanding salon. Well, freestanding except that it shares a building with Abbott's Custard (closed for the season, but ask at the salon if you want to buy a pint!). I wasn't thrilled about that because when I go to the mall they usually laugh at me because when was the last time I got a haircut? And why is it so uneven? But the nice man at the salon, let's call him Mabel, didn't laugh at me
When I was in the waiting area I was leafing through a Marie Claire and I saw a blurb that said "get the cover look -- $250." I turned to the cover and...the woman wasn't wearing any clothes.
I think "layers" = "glorified mullet" but I still like it. Some of you may recall the incident my freshman year of college where I got my hair cut really short and looked like a 10-year-old boy, according to some. I think now I've progressed to 14-year-old boy, but you can judge for yourselves:

3 comments:
You look adorable, a lot like your three year old self. There is a picture around somewhere, taken in London. (the baby with the beer, well, just hope CPS isn't reading your blog!!!) Love.
1. Who are those people?
2. Your hair looks good.
3. If Britney Spears posted a picture of her baby with a beer...!!!
1. Those are tween heartthrobs Cole and Dylan, heirs to the Mary Kate and Ashley tween throne.
2. Thank you.
3. I'll take down the beer picture when I make it big as a pop star and the tabloids come after me. Baby does like to drink her breakfast though...
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