(I'm mostly posting this because I know my sister and Annie are waiting for a picture).
On Friday I chopped a good portion of my hair off. I went to a fancy place recommended by a friend who has good hair, and I honestly said to him "pretend I'm on a reality makeover show...just do what you think would look good." And then I pointed out that I had a very square face, just in case he didn't notice, and that I needed to be able to put it back into a pony tail no matter how tiny it was, and then I started to feel nervous.
But I was ready for a change. I have had the same haircut for 20 years, with maybe one to the shoulder cut. Never mind that my hair was as dry as hay. Anyway, I love my new doo so far. My husband feels slightly betrayed since I didn't say a word to him about my hair plans. He loves the long hair, cascading over my bosoms look, but I think he is getting used to it. It is not super crazy, just different.
Sam and Clara were taking pictures of me the other night...