Today I got my hair cut. Not short, like I had originally planned, but Nick, my hair guru, cut some layers into it and, of course, styled it like I never can. So check me out now because my hair won't look like this again until I see Nick again. In like six months.
Some of you wanted to what it looks like. OK, maybe one person said that.
I feel totally silly sitting here and having pictures taken of myself.
The back view.
From the side. Tara was totally cracking me up, making modeling comments a la Austin Powers.
Wishing for a chin and nose job about now.
This is the first photo we took. It didn't come out exactly like planned. Tara's dog is licking my toes. It tickles.
I wore it down all day. I hope Nick is pleased. Even when I ate, I didn't put it up. I did get some hair near the danger zone of my mouth while I was trying to eat my salad for lunch, but it all worked out OK with a little behind the ear tucking.
But then it was time to make dinner. It was about 95 degrees. I did this:
Don't hate me, Nick.