Call it a Sarah Bernhardt moment, but I wanted to show off my haircut. If I had the figure of a twelve year old boy, I could be a flapper. Maybe I should get some beads anyway.
After the kind of week I had, a little Me Time was definitely in order. I love the freedom that comes with a new haircut. The same old clothes suddenly look new and exciting. A whole new outlook blossoms in the wake of a few snipped inches.