The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

So, on a whim, I decided to cut off my hair. Because what else do on a gorgeous day when you're bored and have time to kill? (And you can't go out walking because your foot still hurts - that's an important consideration)

I've been planning on doing it for a while - it's reached the point where all it does is tangle. Badly. Even in a ponytail, I end up with nasty matted dreadlocks. I was going to donate said hair, but kept forgetting to check for details, so I kept putting it off. Today, I had to stop and buy a heavier hammer and some work gloves that ACTUALLY FIT!!! (Yes, I need heavy duty leather work gloves. For women. No, men's small isn't going to work), so I was in a different part of town, saw a hair cut place, and swung on in on a whim.

I asked the woman to cut off 8-10 inches, and she told me that if I cut off just a little bit more I could donate it. Which I wanted to do anyway, so that worked nicely. And wasn't it a bizzare feeling to have all that hair just chopped off. *SNIP* And then she started cutting what was left, and it kept getting shorter, and shorter, and shorter...

But it looks really freaking cute now, which is not something I've ever been able to say about my hair. Erik likes it, and I had three random guys flirting with me hard at the grocery store right after I got it cut, which is always a good sign. And maybe I can wear it down and be cute during faire.

Now, however, I must figure out this "styling" mystery. Clearly, missing my official girl indoctrination lo those many years ago was a mistake.