Hey, I forgot to mention that I had an impulse to get a haircut this past weekend. Not a drastic one, but I wanted the split ends trimmed off. But it’s tricky for me to go to a salon and tell them I just want “a little” trimmed off. I look at the photos on the wall and in the magazines and feel compelled to go wild. But this time I think I was pretty conservative. I’m not sure I’ll go to that place again, I got suckered into buying a hair product. The salon I usually go to doesn’t push stuff on me. They also didn’t tell me I was “shedding”. Woof….Or rather…GRR. But as a friend once said about something totally different, “But there’s a silver lining!” I like my new hairdo, and feel I got my money’s worth. I got one compliment from a female coworker, but nobody else bothered. Screw whoever doesn’t like my new style. I like it, and that’s all that matters!
Flashback – I got my hair cut really short once, and when I went into work, my coworker at the time looked at me wide-eyed. I said, “Yeah, I got my hair cut.” She raised one eyebrow and said, “Yeah, I noticed.” Incidentally, she was the same one who told our receptionist, “Tara should work weekends, she doesn’t have a life.”…..Can someone tell me again why I friended her on Facebook?? Ack….Let it go, let it go.
Anyway, here is my haircut. Pay no attention to the lack of lipstick, I was pretty much done for the day – no makeup.
Also during the weekend, I succumbed to my impulse to buy useless crap….again….at Walmart. There was a stand specifically for St. Patrick’s Day stuff. I am about 70% Irish. Then English, Scottish and German. So I felt the need to celebrate the Irish side of my heritage by buying a green wig. Not for going out drinking, but for blogging purposes. That’s how I do things. Because of my wig purchasing impulses, I now have four wigs in my collection. Here is my St. Patrick’s Day wig: