I went for a much needed haircut today. I sat in the chair flipping through gossip magazines trying to figure out what is in style.
I am out of touch. To add insult to injury, my birthday is approaching and I feel in need of a little sprucing up. Something to counteract the aging.
The stylist (that is what they are called now-a-days) was selling the bob. She was doing a good job convincing me. She even paraded a few people past me to demonstrate how it would look.
It was close, but I decided against it. Not because I was afraid. Not because I particularly love long hair.
Why not go for the bob? Because I love when Ella and Drew watch me put my hair up and say, "I love ponytail mommy."