I'm Free

For months, I’ve been debating whether to cut my hair. It all began last February when I asked Toni & Guy’s colorist for highlights and received a platinum wash that eventually turned sour. It continued this summer when I purchased barrettes to keep the loose strands out of my face while sleeping. But the final straw was our trip to Berlin when no hair product could tame my locks and my mother, after glancing at the blog, commented on the state of my hair affairs. So, with nervous energy, today I got it cut.

In short, I’m ecstatic. I used a photo of David Beckham for inspiration. And today, as I walked the streets of Paris, I no longer cared that the wind was blowing. I kept my glances in reflective windows to a minimum. I’m free at last.