Haircut
Brett bought me a new, more glamorous haircut in honor of getting ready to give that presentation. The (decade younger than I am) stylist was pleased that I wanted to jettison my traditional bob, saying, “No offense, but this style is making you matronly and I’m going to take years off of you with this new cut!” So she cut it and I went to buy a beer and they carded me and it was like a miracle! Kidding. I don’t drink beer and I’ve never been carded, not even when I really was too young to buy it.
I’ve got an old soul and come to think of it, an old everything else and no haircut is ever going to change that, alas.
Brett likes it and Noah said, “I wondered what looked prettier on you and now I know it’s your haircut!” Honestly, I know I now look fabulous and all but I think the kid was just angling for a cinnamon roll.
Um, so if you aren’t going to share a picture on your blog, you are going to email me a snap of your head, right? I bet it’s smashing–like everything else about Y-O-U!
It sounds fabulous. What about a picture of someone with a similar hairstyle?
At least your stylist doesn’t want to know if you are ready to shave your head or start the comb over. LOL
so, like, um, where is the picture of this new do’. You know I have a hair thing…I want to see!