Wait! Don't go! I know, I know... the new look of my blog is unfamiliar and you want to shield your eyes. You're wondering, Where's the coffee cup? Where are the wooden floorboards? FOR GOD'S SAKE, WOMAN, WHERE ARE THE STRIPED SOCKS?
I decided to sweep the Wicked Witch look out and find something more cheerful to freshen things up a little bit. Entice myself to keep coming back. Oh, and you, too. :) Besides, what's more Dangerous than something that looks so innocuous, right?
I'm a teensy bit impulsive sometimes when I want to change my look - I'm the girl who hands her hubby a pair of scissors and says, "Please chop my hair." And when he gives me that Not again, would you PLEASE just go to the hairdresser staredown, it's not that I'm cheap. Well, maybe. But every time that happens, it's like 11pm and no respectable hairdresser is open and I can't wait until tomorrow, I need you to cut 8 inches off my hair this minute. And mostly he obliges. Because he is super sweet. And because my hair is straight and you can't mess it up that badly, and if you do, I'll just shrug and say, Whatev, cut some more to even it out. It's only hair. It'll grow back. I totally don't get mad. Ask him.
In fact, I am currently looking for a new pic to post over thar at the top, because that one that's up there is rolling her eyes at me in a very Mean Girls kinda way, since I have had short (like SHORT short) hair since last summer. LAST summer, friends. Time to update the pic already. Hush. I'm usually the family photographer, which leaves a very small and weak selection of pictures of myself to choose from. (By the way, Handsome Hubs says he prefers the longer hair, but I think really he is happy as a clam that now I actually DO go to the hairdresser since I'm not sure I want him buzzing my hairline). So... pic on the way. Pinky swear. In the meantime, enjoy the new view!
Edited: New pic added. I took this pic today. Doesn't get more current than that. :)
BONUS: Added a pic of Handsome Hubby, too. Cause I like to look at him.