On Sunday, I went to get my hair professionally cut and colored. I have never had my hair professionally colored (though the box-color aisle in the CVS and I are very familiar with each other) and I simply love to get it cut.  The result?

It’s actually quite a bit more red than I can seem to capture in a photo, which makes the black bands near the front and on the sides stand out a bit more. I love it. And the A-line cut she gave me is sexy and sassy and delightful. I tipped her well and I’ll be back to maintain this… I feel like a completely different person.

I feel chicer. Sexier. More intelligent. I feel put together.

I feel good. I want to keep that feeling and bottle it up, because I know there will be a time that I don’t feel good and I’ll want this back. For now, though … for now I’m trying to bask in the glory and attention that a new haircut brings.