Hair Happy

It's time for a new hairdo. After discussing it with my hairdresser I was so gleeful that I almost wanted to hire her as a daily life coach.
I told her I was getting bored. She replied, "Honey, if you're bored now, it means I've been bored for months. I am so ready for you to try something new! When I saw you on the schedule earlier this week, I wondered what new cut we could do."

I explained to her what I wanted and also shared a surreptitious cell phone photo I had taken of a girl on the train the day before. I should have just asked if I could take her photo because one of my friends caught me in the act by asking, "Are you taking photos of your twin?" I guess she already looked a little like me, so I had confidence the 'do would...do.

My hairdresser described it as a shaggy bob. Although with her Wisconsin accent at first I heard "shaky bob" which made no sense, and then I thought she was saying "shapey bob" and I really had no idea what she meant. Shaggy bob, kind of like Audrey Tatou.

With utmost confidence my hairdresser advised me that it will be a SNAP to grow out my hair. I was so ready to hear all the bad news: that the style wouldn't really work for my hair, or my face shape; or to see a perplexed expression on the stylist's face as she wondered how the heck I would get from point A to point B. But she says it'll be easy, and quick and happy. Her excitement was contagious. Yay.