The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Until the end of the year, be prepared to be to see some schizo hair lengths; I’ll be sharing a few outfit pics that didn’t get posted when they were actually worn. As I approach my 2014 shopping sabbatical (witty awesome title still not determined, suggestions welcome), it’s a relief to find forgotten photos from before the bone marrow transplant, and be reminded that I do have
way too many for one woman to ever wear lots of clothes I love, even though they’ve been worn only once or less this year. One goal of not adding new clothes to my closet is to thoroughly enjoy the ones I do have and to make the most out of re-mixing them.
Another goal for next year is to thoroughly enjoy my hair – once it grows back into a bob. Super short hair is not for me. In the early months of living on a bone marrow transplant unit, it was a great no-maintenance do, but it became surprisingly expensive, because it needed to be cut so frequently. Even though The Teen wouldn’t let me shave my head when she shaved hers, the last time I had it cut in September, I practically scalped myself, hoping I could do an effortless Jamie Lee Curtis style, and be done with hair maintenance forever. Um, no. Instead my thick straw-like locks shot out like an angry hedgehog’s quills, and nothing would do but to start growing it again, so the longer weight will pull my hair down and give it the illusion of softness.