2004-02-05 - 10:24 a.m.
sweet fucking christ my hair looks good. seriously, i have never been happier with a haircut(e) in my entire life. i went prepared and made both cutter and colorer consult with me first. i brought pictures so what i wanted would be easy to explain. i was brave and daring and only gasped once.
my hair is a shade darker than it's ever been. it is stick straight (blown dry that way). and now i have these sideswept bangy things on either side, it's hard to explain but i fucking love it. i keep looking at myself in the mirror.
it looks kinda sixties cool. i think it looks like yves saint laurent's sixties muse betty catroux. or maybe jane birkin without the fringe in front. or possibly marianne faithfull with a dash of liv tyler.
the compliments are rolling in. here's a sampler:
"you look like a rock star!"
"this is my favorite of all your haircuts ever!"
"you've inspired me to grow my hair long!"
"it's very sexy sixties!"
i'm sorry to be waxing rhapsodic about my hair, but i seriously can't help myself. i am overly critical, so it's always so cool to be pleasantly surprised.
operation cuter full steam ahead.
