I got a hair cut. Finally a style that suits me. Some new color, too. Check it:
Apparently I’m the worst self-portrait taker in the world. This was the best one. It looks like I’m cutting off something, but the length of the hair stops there (the rest of the photo was up above my head, so I thought I’d spare you a view of the ceiling) at the bottom.
Funky funk in the back, tiny little bangs peeking out. Went dark brown this time, but there is some bright red on both sides somewhat hidden. Love. It. Feeling very me now…funny how a bad hair day can wreck you and a good hair day turns you into a superhero. Currently I am feeling divine powers of organization filling my veins.
Evil email inbox? I. Will. Cut. You.