New Hair

Today I went and got my hair did. I like it for now. Cabello liso, mmm. I almost never have my hair straight, so it's a big change. To me, straight hair just feels so, I don't know, contrived. Like it's too polished or something. I like to have my hair imperfect, air dried and a little mussy with some character. Is this so anal, to talk about hair this way?

Anyway, I went to The Defining Line salon for the first time, it was great! Getting my hair cut generally makes me kind of nervous because you never know if they're going to listen to you or brazenly hack away. But Marci was fantastic, I got a trim (half an inch?) and a glaze.

I wish my hair were longer--it's been so hard to grow out ever since that cank Hermana Montenegro chopped it to ear length. Argentines definitely don't know what an A-line is, and so she thought she helping me by "evening out" my hair. Boo. July will mark two years since the day she sheared me.

I had Danny take pictures of my hair (I'm bad with the camera timer) but none turned out to be a straight shot of my hair. So here's the Myspace style shot for your viewing pleasure.

Oh, and we made strawberry shortcake. And yes, that's it sitting on our bed. I like to eat in bed. A gross guilty pleasure.