Showing posts with label oh god she's talking about her hair again. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oh god she's talking about her hair again. Show all posts

11.12.2010

so now i'm two for three

I have approximately seven minutes before I have to catch a train, so that seems like the PERFECT time to write something. Because they don't call me Ms. Time Management for nothing.

Okay, no one calls me that.

So, I totally made my dad all verklempt with yesterday's post. Between that and the crying my mom did over Emma's video, I am two-for-two in the Plucking Parents' Heartstrings Like a Freaking Harp category.

And now, the real reason I'm here: my hair.

I've got that itch again to cut my hair. Correction: chop. Butcher. Massacre. (It is here that Fred will remind me that JUST THIS MORNING I said I was going to grow out my bangs. Yes, I'm fickle. I can accept that.)

I saw a picture today and I though -- YES! That's how I want my hair. Right. This. Minute. But then I had to go to the library and have a call for work and make some chai (nom nom) so the haircut will have to wait because now I only have three minutes until I have to catch the train.

Here's the picture:


(I found it on a lovely blog called Square Girl, while I was checking out Squarespace to see if I wanted to move over there. I know! I've only been on WordPress like four months. See? Fickle.)


You can't see much of the hair but there's a sense about it. A sense that it would look fantastic with my new cat eye-ish frames that I ordered today.