The Reveal

A couple of weeks ago I made the disasterous decision to get my hair all cut off. While I really still don't like my hair this short, it is beginning to grow (both in length and on me as the saying goes).

So much so that yesterday while we were at the beach I let the angelbaby take a picture of me and I am willing to let you all see my new short hair. Those of you who have known me for a while will think "heck that is pretty much the way she wore her hair for almost ten years, but you have to remember that it has had nearly three weeks to grow since that horrid day it was cut and it is still way shorter than I have ever actually worn it.

At least when I get back home to Indiana in August it should be back to what I looked like before I started to grow it out last year. . .

Anyway, without further ado, here goes . . .

There, that wasn't too painful. And I didn't even cry myself to sleep last night.

Pax

Dream Crusher

So I agonized for weeks about what to do with my hair. I absolutely hate (and this is a word I don't use casually) my natural hair color, which is something slightly less appealing than road dirt. Add to that the few gray wisps that I see every morning when I look in the mirror, which mrangelmeg swears that no one else can see. (I wonder how often he has to confess that bold faced sin).

I finally decided exactly what I was going to do. I was going to dye my hair red. It was going to be absolutely beautiful, just the right shade to complement my coloring and make me look younger. I was just about to purchase the coloring equipment the other day when I saw this.

I would hate for people to think that I decided to color my hair because she did hers first. Lord help me.

So, I am back where I started, looking at my reflection in the mirror and wondering what other hair color I should try, because it certainly isn't going to be red until Ms Simpson goes back to Blonde where she belongs.

Pax