It Done Broke

It was time for a change. Something drastic. Maybe a vacation, new wardrobe and all new paint and furniture in the house. Or maybe something a little more affordable. It was time for a haircut.

Armed with a gift card and pictures of starlets I don't even look a little bit like, I descended on the salon. And it was lovely. On the way home I was feeling pretty good about myself. Oh hello there. Yes, my haircut really is amazing. A cross between Michelle Williams and Carey Mulligan? Why thank you. I mean I would never say something so nice about myself but now that you have said it, I am going to have a hard time denying it. And then cue me looking at my reflection during every stoplight. A little toss of the head and purse of the lips.

When I got home, Margaret threw the door open and stared at me. Shocked. I smiled at her and the shock turned to panic.

OH MOMMY! YOUR HAIRCUT! OH NO! THEY BROKE IT! DADDY, THEY BROKE MOMMY'S HAIR! POOOOOOR MOMMMY!!!!!

Nothing will slam you down from the delusional heights of thinking you maybe-almost have starlet good looks as quickly as an honest three year old. It was brutal.

I woke up this morning, did my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. A little toss of the head, a purse of the lips. Not too bad.

Here's to a good hair day. I really think we all deserve it.