The hair clippings on the floor represent my second haircut of the year.
That’s simply lazy hygiene, I know, but my hair stylist had a baby in April.
And I’m lazy.
Since I’m seeing her so rarely, I asked for something dramatic (dramatic for me anyway). The one who usually says, “just a trim,” asked for a shaggy bob today (I saw it on Pinterest — you can see it here, too).
Anyone else think of Scooby Doo when they read “shaggy bob”? Oh, you and I will get along well.
I’m actually just copying my little sister, who emailed me the Pin after I saw how cute she looked at the family reunion this past weekend.
My stylist whacked four or five inches off my hair, and you can see my neck again. Since I’m loathe to publish pictures of myself unless I’m dressed as a Klingon or a beer bottle (no easy links here — you’ll have to search for those gems), here’s an image of me in the reflection of my car window after I emerged from the beauty salon (yes, I’m wearing tie dye).
Velma: There’s a very logical explanation for all this.
Shaggy: Quick, tell me.
Velma: The place is haunted.
Shaggy: Thanks a lot.