The hair– eek, the hair. I got it cut the other day and I am still making peace with it. I keep reliving that fateful moment in the beauty shop when the stylist stood with her scissors poised, saying, “Here?”
And I said — sigh — I said, “No, a little shorter than that.”
Eeek. I forgot the way hair shrinks when it dries.
And layers. I asked for layers, I know I did. I was picturing something a little choppier looking. But I seem to have a smooth little cap of hair.