I think I got a little enthusiastic yesterday when I was telling my stylist how short to cut my hair.
By suppertime I was pretty sure I didn't like it.
Don't get me wrong- it's heaps better than it was when it was all long and floppy yesterday morning at 9:59 am.
It's just really, really short!
When I sat down to write my "True Confessions Of A Clipaholic" words like "Butch" and "Boy next door" were going through my mind.
But, to be brutally honest, the more I peek at my reflection in the wall mirror behind the computer
The less I dislike it.
Going from a hair non-style that demanded, at a minimum, 20 minutes every morning before it got too dry
To a hair style that demands
Well, it might have it's advantages.
Maybe it's growing on me.