Subtitled: What Have I Done?
Not titled (although it was briefly considered): Oops, I did it again.
It is very challenging to take one's own picture and simultaneously appear to have a neck. But James, my new stylist, told me that of course I should cut my hair so short to show off my great neck. I applaud James for not going with the traditional hair stylist lie "you have such great hair!" and yet this neck compliment business did nothing whatsoever except frankly to improve his tip. And convince me to let him shear off most of my hair. Well played, James.
All of that to say, here is a photo which includes my neck and also some of my bathroom.
I swear, my hands are not gargantuan, just closer to the mirror.
As much as I may like to blame James and his tricksy neck complimenting, really this is all Holly's fault. See, Holly got a really incredible haircut. People cannot stop talking about how great Holly's hair is. So I thought maybe I should get a great haircut too and then I will look as good as Holly! Except she is able to make her hair achieve the proper style. I, on the other hand, have no talent for doing hair and have hair which is remarkably uncooperative. Also, I am very lazy. So I normally know better than to get a cut which requires actual doing.
I also blame Emily, and as I indicated in my comment, this photo. People with cute hair should come with a disclaimer which reads Warning: Your hair will not, under any circumstances, look like this. Even James was willing to admit, as I showed him that particular photo, that my hair was far too fine to wind up looking similar. (Why do they call it "fine"? It's not fine with me! The opposite of thick is not fine, folks, it is called thin.)
I decided not to cheat and use as my after photo the picture that Amy took when I got home from the salon. Because we all know that my hair will never look that good again. So the above photos are from today since yesterday it looked awful. I am not exaggerating. It was flat and horrible and looked as if I had hacked into it with my own kitchen scissors or possibly a Swiss army knife. Today, much better and even doing that little flippy outy thing in back. Whew.
You'll be happy to know (or at least I was) that apparently it makes total sense that I run though hair dryers like nobody's business. Because just like all of his predecessors, James at one point announced "you have got A LOT of hair." I don't really understand this since it seems to me to be pretty much the standard amount (enough to cover my head) but then when I said the thing about constantly killing hair dryers, James nodded knowingly. This did not surprise him. He was, however, surprised to hear that my most recent hair dryer actually began to produce smoke. Mmm-hmm, smoke. That would be the one I bought about 2 weeks ago. Wimp.
Have I gone on long enough about my hair? Yes, I believe I have.
On an unrelated note, I have realized that last Friday was my one year blogiversary! I had planned to post about it once the date rolled around, but then I forgot to pay attention. Which is funny since my very first post concerned specifically that flaw of mine! See, despite all of the fame and fortune that this website has brought me in the past year, I'm still the same Lori. Comforting, isn't it?