Anyway, you'll see the progression in my pics - before and after the awesome haircut I got. And btw, the pics where you see my freshy style are on the SECOND DAY. That's how you know you got a good cut. It looks exactly the same after you sleep on it for 7 hours. Why oh why can it make you feel so darn happy when someone else makes your hair look cute?
Exhibit A: T-ball.
First of all, my fave playa. Must have caught him while not climbing the fence or trying to carry handfuls of dirt while running from second to third base. I love T-ball. Can't get any cuter.
Second of all, it's 8 a.m. Just remember that. Having red hair means I also have invisible brows and eyelashes when going au natural. Which is why I sometimes get passionate about new mascara. Also, notice the way my hair, in this "before", has a texture resembling hay.
Look. Don't you love those guys? My beautiful girl always poses so well for pictures. My little buddy....well, we just take a lot of pictures and hope the stars align such that all his limbs are motionless for one photo to turn out.
As for my hair, I'm sure tomorrow, after I wash all the magical salon products out, it will slowly but surely approach hay-status again. And then I'll neglect my haircutters, and then be embarrassed when I finally get in again. It's a vicious cycle.
But that's okay, because I have these two. They make me unable to care less about hay hair.
Lord-willing, I have these two every day.
Every precious day.