hair

I chopped my hair off on Monday. Saturday night I toyed with the idea with Sarah and Caryn over a lovely sushi dinner. Caryn thought I should lop the whole thing off and do some assymmetrical sultry boycut type. When I visited the bathroom during dinner that night, I decided that was not an option but a shorter do was in the cards for me. Sunday I told my mother of my thoughts. She thought it would be fantastic. She called me a coward when I hadn't made the appointment that afternoon. In spite, I made a haircut appt for the next day with Chris at Vincent Palumbo. Coward, that.

Next thing I know I'm in Chris' chair after a lovely coffee with my dog Charlie telling my stylist to "chop it all off."
That is exactly what he did.

I am pleased with the haircut, but some part of me feels it's unfinished. Another part of me thinks I want to look like someone completely different. This haircut is significant of letting go of old time bullshit, embracing new experiences and hoping for a new future. I think a new color is in order.

I'll post a photo when I feel satisfied.