Welcome to the new me . . . or the new hairstyle. I had put off getting my hair cut over the summer, making the excuse I was too busy, couldn’t get to it, I’ll just let it grow long, blah, blah, blah. I actually had an appointment and missed it in the whirwind of getting back from a summer vacation.
This is me about a week ago. Why didn’t anyone tell me I was so overdue? Four inches off and a lot more free time. I feel so much better.
Lana over at NorthWest Salon does my hair, and a great job of it when I actually go in and let her perform her magic. It took me a loooooong time to find someone locally who could cut my thick, coarse, hair, and Lana is a dream.
My older son took both of these photos, and like most women, I don’t enjoy having photographs taken of myself. But I wish I had more photographs of my own mother now that she’s gone, so I get over my preoccupation with my own appearance and remember that this is history: these are the photos my sons will be looking at and remembering me by. It’s been four years today that my mom passed, and I miss our conversations. My mother was quite independent and opinionated, and we had lots of lively debates. Miss you mom.