I got it cut. My hair is gone. Yay! It’s so perfect because it’s now getting hot here in Germany and it’s lovely to let my neck breath. It’s crazy, I think I got the best haircut of my life and I couldn’t even communicate with the girl. All I could say was, ‘Ich moechte eine neue Frisoer.’ (I want a new haircut.) I showed her where, put my hair in a ponytail and had her cut above it…and thirty minutes later I was a whole new person.
I kinda figure you don’t want to see the ponytail. It’s always kind of gross to me. Like a dead fish or something. So here’s the package. And coolest part that I didn’t notice until after I was walking out of the salon. The place was called Hair Killer! How apt.
Here’s another self portrait I took the same day. (My hubby helped with these since I wanted specific framing and the crazy flying hair.)
I have an extreme passion for books. So this is what you would normally see if you looked into my house any given day. Me with a book and a cup of tea on the couch. Always in between writing and house chores of course.