It’s been raining for two days. Getting out of the house is a big deal, much less getting dressed. Today, I took part of the day off to run errands (which really means wander around aimlessly, wondering what to get loved ones for Christmas, and then selecting the universal gift, socks).

I also walked off the street, on the spur of the moment, into one of those budget hair cut stores, and got the back of my weirdly growing out haircut lopped off. This is how experienced my stylist is: she whacked me in the head with the blow dryer.

The things we do to get our hair did.

I look at this picture, and think, so rainy, so blue, but darn, I’m still madly in love with those Banana Republic Mad Men pearls. I also like that I can see my daughter reflected in the door. Yeah, I pay her for pics. Kid needs apps and ebooks. We call her account the Bank of Mom, or BOM.

Eddie Bauer jacket (clearance sale); Anne Klein shirt (thrifted); Merona jeans (Target); Nine West heels (Ross); Mad Men Pearls (Banana Republic); Belt (really old)
Have you ever walked off the street and let a total stranger cut your hair? How did it turn out?

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