someone talk me out of it...
Ok...just so you know...I have a hair fetish thing. Actually I used to. Pre-hives. Pre-prednisone...pre-30'3. I was not afraid. I have had the platinum pixie...which I then died black when the roots were growing out. I have had pink stripes. I have had everything. People used to not recognize me because I always had majorly different hair than the last time they saw me. Lol. I think it was/is/was an identity crisis. But that was back when all I had to worry about was my hair. These days are filled with worrying about weather I am going to wake up in the morning with my lips swollen so much they could swallow a small child...no joke...it can be badddd. Anyways. Because I have no time to think about trivial things like...oh...my hair (which for the record is very straight...very thin...very boring) I have let it grow. For the first time in probably 10 plus years it is almost beyond the "medium" stage and on its way to "long"...yikes. This is a major accomplishment for me. I cannot stand my hair on the back of my neck usually so instead of putting it up in a something...I would just chop it. But since I am so full of medication right now that I would probably not feel someone jabbing an epidural into my spine right now...I apparently don't care about my hair on my neck. And voila. Long hair.
This was all good until I saw this picture today of Gwynnie. Could this be any more perfect hair? Seriously. Of course I realize it has alot to do with the face too...but come on. So I need someone to talk me out of it. Because I am bored and apparently want to chop chop.
Oh heck...just for fun...I will try to find a couple old photos in case you didn't believe me that I was so brave. The photo with the hat is the most recent. There are not that many photos of my floating around this world. I HATE photos of me, I much prefer to be the one taking the pictures and if someone else has the camera in hand...I will dive, quite happily, as far as I have to to not be in the photo.