You asked for pictures of the new do. Well..
Behold, the powers of Instagram:
(Damn, I'm cute.)
(That completely negated the anti-narcissism clause built into my title.)
(And everyone trying to beat it into my head over the years about Sprite inheriting her eyes from me? Yeah, I get it now.)
My hair is actually a lot darker than that photo suggests, and I haven't colored it in years, since I cringe every time I walk into a salon anyways, the smell of chemicals in the air, how would I be with that crap actually ON MY HEAD?
I'm not a fan of self portraits, it makes someone look so lonely, like they couldn't find a solitary soul to press the capture icon on their camera phone, so my self portraits will never be direct eye contact. I just can't make that committment.
But yes, the haircut is now an angled bob, something I've only dared to dream about in the past since I never made friends with a blow dryer and the flat iron I had mainly added volume to the frizz in my hair. Now I know, the properly used flat iron, with proper settings, used properly, actually works! Even on me!
Who knew a quick pass with a blow dryer and a few (dozen) (hundred) swipes of the flattering iron, why, yes, I've renamed it, would end the era of self imposed bad hair days?
See? No direct eye contact. I can't even tell you what my therapist looks like. I can tell you, however, she has some kickass shoes.