So I’ve blogged about my need for a hair change.
I did an impulsive thing and got my hair cut.
Last Friday we went to the mall to get some last-minute stuff for my Dad for his trip to Jerusalem. I tagged along with Martha and well, it got boring and Martha was going crazy inside the grocery so I decided to get a hair cut. Weird huh? LOL
So I went to David’s and asked for a stylist and when I was about to go get shampoo-ed, a blow dryer comes roaring to life. That ended my would be nice hair experience. Martha got so scared she turned into a koala and I turned into a tree trunk. She was clinging to me all the time. Even if I had the hair thingie that prevents hair from sticking to my clothes. Obviously it all clung to her.
I should have stuck with the bob. The bob was getting longer and was flying away in all directions so I thought a layered cut would solve my Im-lazy-to-comb-nor-dry-my-hair attitude lately. BUT I was smart enough to know I cant go any shorter.
My cut was so-so.
And my hair is still flying away in all directions.
Oh well, at least I got to read the latest issue of Yes! for free. (Richard and Lucy has a room the size of a house! I can sense they are a pack rat too).
If you are asking for pictures, you wont get any until I get my hair colored, hopefully today when my helper for the day comes.