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02/09/2008: "Success"


As always, I hated my hair when I left the stylists'. No matter what they do, I always hate it right off the bat. In this case, I loved the color but loathed the cut, which is a bad sitch no matter how you look at it. So, of course, I went home and washed it all out and then... then it became clear that my stylist is actually much smarter than I am.

Because the cut does exactly what I mentioned, in brief and vague passing, I wanted it to do. And this despite the fact that I didn't even really know what I wanted when I walked in! Pure genius.

I don't generally show many pictures of myself around here because... well, who needs that? But we took Dess to the park today and Dave took a few pictures with both of us, so there ya go. A picture of my new hair and of Dessa's first time in a swing at the park. Look! I'm standing! Didn't get very far on the bad leg but I'm vertical!



Please note that she is wearing both a floppy sun hat and sunglasses. If one had been available I might have wrapped her in a burkha so paranoid am I of sunburn. She ignored both hat and glasses, which makes her a relatively uncanny child, I think. Don't most of them hate these things?