Tonight I headed to the hair salon to get my hair done. It's been much needed, and 3 1/2 hours later I went from this:
I love it and G seems to find it really sexy. It'll take some getting used to, and I need to train the bangs to hang down since they want to part with my natural part. But it was so nice to sit and have a small glass of wine (or 2 or 3) and just let my stylist work her magic. It still works to pull my hair back (because Nora likes to put slobbery hands on it), while feeling new and fresh. (Well, as fresh as one can feel make-up-less and exhausted at 10 p.m.)
Now, onto finding a great pair of flats!