Got a new do

I've been pondering having my hair cut.  A determining factor in style of the cut is recognition that I don't have any talent fixing hair. It must be carefree as I'm inept in the styling department. The result of which is that I've worn it long, long, and longer for much of my life; a sleek ponytail or a sophisticated up-do, (I am laughing at this description, as much as I'd like to believe it.)  On occasion though I've had it hacked off - usually after a bout of flipping through the photo albums (that's just a term, like "album".  I'm a computer savvy woman with a vast digital collection of photos,) and noticing that I always look the same in my photo albums, (aside from older...)





Appointment booked so now necessary to find some basic style that I can achieve.  This photo fit the criteria.  I like the dress too.  And those over-sized sun glasses.  In the modern tradition, I pinned the photo to my phone.  My hair person shot a photo on her phone so she could refer to it during the cut.  I love these conveniences!

And the deed was done.  Then I'm back at work and my pal stops by.  "You got your hair cut."

Me:  "Oh, you noticed."

(Yeah, about 10 inches; I have a bet going with Teresa about how many of the men in my office actually notice.  So here's one for the count.)

Him:  "Of course."

I only just realized what wasn't said.  "I like your haircut."  This man is far more clever than I realized.  Scary clever when it comes to women.  Too smart to commit if he likes it, in the event I don't...

I'm likely over-thinking this.  Only way to be absolutely sure is to ask the question "do these pants make my ass look big?"





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