January is an interesting month. I love the cold, and the white winter scenes. But when white descends into grey, I always get what I like to call the Blaaahs. A state that defies explanation, although I know you all have experienced it too.
At these times a change becomes imperitive.
A new dress.
A change of scene.
Or. . .
The relationship a girl has with her hair is complex. Love it, hate it, it becomes an integral part of your identity, defining the way you choose to percieve yourself.
And it was time for a change.
(And yes, I let my husband do this. In truth I don't know if I would have dared with anyone else.)
Serious. Chic. Dare I say a little bit daring?
Thanks Lindsay, for giving me the courage to be BRAVE!