Hair

I got my hair cut this morning. I was feeling a little tired of it and all split-endy and gray, so I had Megan cut four inches, color the roots and add some caramel colored low lights. Without meaning to, I've ended up with the exact hair cut and color that I had in 1995. This is a bit of a mixed bag and I've been thinking about it a lot today. When my short hair looked good, it was so, so, so cute. However, I was the victim of some unfortunate fashion in 1995 (can you say "purple and gold rayon walking shorts"?) and every time I've looked at my hair today, I think of the very worst picture ever taken of me (in those shorts....which I wore to work....as my professional attire). I'm having horrible flashbacks of wearing pantyhose and skirts and stuffy suit jackets and boring, uncomfortable shoes. These days, I try to make sure my shoes are boring OR uncomfortable, but not both, and I avoid walking shorts like the plague. I'm looking forward to getting out and about with my new hair and see what people say. Actually, let me take that back. Even if it looks horrible, no one will say so. (Let's face it, I know really nice people who have good enough manners that they would never say, "Yeah, your hair looks bad.")

In other news, Derek and I are looking for furniture. We aren't making much progress so far--really it's been an exercise in figuring out which stores we won't return to. However, we did find a nice white leather chair. I think it would be cool to have a white leather chair in the living room, but Derek says it would make him feel like Elvis. On the one hand, I'm tempted to push for my white leather chair, but on the other hand, there was a time back in the day when I thought purple and gold rayon shorts looked good.