My Seussical Life for 2005 April 26

I took this picture to a hair stylist today and got my hair really chopped. It was short before, but now there isn't much of it left. I don't really like to feel hair in my face, or over my ears, or on my neck, so the cut suits me that way, even if the look doesn't.

I must confess that I don't like the look as much as I'd hoped to, mostly because all the hair I have left on my head is so uniformly mouse-brown colored. Becky, the hair expert that cut my hair, talked me into making an appointment on Thursday to get highlights, so we'll see if that's remedied. Yikes!! Now I'm really a fussy woman! Dave's Aunt Barb is going to treat me with some gift money she left. We'll see if I get the tousled-urban-hippie-mom look I'm going for.

Boy, that's kind-of scary, that I can put a label on the "look I'm going for." Was I going for a look? I guess I was. And I like to tell myself I don't care how I look.