Last week I asked you guys to pick my next hairstyle. And quite a few of you weighed in (thank you). But the results? Were rather ambiguous. The third option was out, but 1 and 2 were neck and neck.
So I did what any good Libra would do. I took my trusty little smartphone to my appointment, showed my hairstylist the two photos and asked her to pick.
It’s a sign of just how well she knows me that she took me seriously. She stepped back from the mirror. Walked around me once or twice. Looked at my phone. Looked back at me. Then she smiled and said, “Alright girl, let’s do this thing.”
Next thing I knew, she’d turned on the electric clippers. And I? Silently freaked out at the sight of all my hair hitting the floor.
Here’s where we ended up:
It’s taking a little getting used to. But you know what? With every lock of hair that fell to the floor, I began to feel a bit more sassy. Less like a mom and more like me.
That’s the kind of change I was looking for.