Thursday, February 08, 2007
Mall Hair Day
I got my hair cut today. My hairdresser, bless her heart, gives me a wonderful cut. It's what comes after that amuses me. Today when she said "I'm just going to play a bit," I should have faked an emergency and left. She's so complimentary of my hair I hate to be a poor sport, but I always leave with "mall hair." Or hair from 1989. It's not awful, but it's not me. I tried to take a picture of it for you, but it kept coming out looking pretty good. I don't think I can convey with the pictures the full "mall-ness" of it. Here's my feeble attempt:



Oh, and I would never complain out loud because it only costs me $10 plus tip for the shampoo, cut and style.