Going...
Gone.
And, yes, I'm putting it to good use. I'm sending it here. Because I kinda have a thing about breast cancer fighters/survivors. The lady in black behind me wasn't my stylist. She was just so durned excited that I was donating my hair she couldn't stay away. They kept asking me, "Are you okay? Are you alright? Are you sure? Lat chance to bail..." Pretty funny, really. I can't remember the last time I was so sure about a hair cut. Something about waking up all night when I'd roll over and wrench my neck because I'd rolled over on my hair, did it for me. That, and even though I'm a granola, hippy, hello-I-graduated-in-the-90s gal, I don't want to be precieved as a granola, hippy kinda gal (most of the time). I've been in the burbs too long.
2 comments:
I L-O-V-E it. Really. It makes your face look lighter/perkier/younger (all good things, lol). You don't look too 'burbs :).
Wow!!! I LOVE it too!!! You look fantastic!
Mrs. Nurse Boy
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