Every so often I have these moments where I decide that I miss myself. By that, I mean that I miss the person I was before I became a responsible grown-up who watches things like “What Not to Wear” and follows them. Wow, I guess what I really mean is that I miss the rebel me because the responsible grown-up me is a sheep. LOL. You get the point.
This really came about because I was HATING my hair. It was incredibly blah, not flattering, and devoid of anything remotely resembling style. In fact, here’s how bad it was. Once I returned to work and had TONS of people complimenting my cut, one actually said she couldn’t remember what I looked like before. Nothing says “GOOD MOVE” quite like being boring and unmemorable, huh?
Of course, photographic evidence must follow. Here, I debut my latest do. Like it or not, I’d rather stand out than blend in.