There’s maybe half an inch of wet snow on the ground this morning, and temps look to be staying chilly all day.
Usually I’d be disgruntled — especially having to traverse the campus — but the cold weather means I get to wear my hat.
And that’s a great thing, because I got a horrible haircut this weekend and desperately need to cover it up.
Here is a sort-of-accurate before picture. (The only difference was that I was growing the bangs out, so they were a little longer and usually pinned back.)
And here is what my hair looks like now:
Taken by The Partner
Me and this hair do not jive.
Come on, you make it sound like it looks like a dog’s ass that has been chewed away because of hot spots!
I suppose, dear Partner, it isn’t all that horrible. Even so, it’s still pretty bad.
you know what this calls for don’t you?
a photo!
I knew it! Getting away with just text on the Internet is a thing of the past!
Let me upload one.
I like it. It’s kicky. I could never go that short because of the curls. I’d look like a Brillo pad. Why don’t you like it?
It’s too poofy on the top because of the short-short layers. Plus, when I wake up in the morning it’s all over the place.
Enough about my hair.
Yours? Too curly? I have a friend with really curly hair that has been cut rather short before, pixie-ish, you know? I don’t think you get a brillo-esque result if it’s short enough. (Of course, yours could be super-curly and in that case, I don’t know.)
Fortunately, hair grows back — even after you’re dead.
I think you look like Aunt Ty with your new do; the picture of her and your mother that used to sit by the front door at MSH. Amanda?
Anna, you are my memory.
I have no idea what picture you’re talking about that hung at the apt. at MSH. I can’t believe you remember shit like that. Whatever pic you’re referring to must be at Mom’s.
But yes, I am getting to be more like Ty as I get older. Although sometimes when I talk, I can hear my mother.
I hope I’m not the only one that gets reminded of their mother.
I’d forgotten about that pic Anna! And no, Anne, you’re not the only one who hears their mom when they open their mouth. It’s happening to me more and more frequently and frankly, it’s a tad disturbing.