OK…so the hair stylist hacked off a ton of my hair (it wasn’t really her fault…I just asked for more than I realized). And because I never know what I’m asking for when I get a hair cut, never know things like what the effects of my genetically inherited too-too thick hair will do when it’s shorter, I ended up with this prince-valiant-helmet sort of a head and I didn’t know whether I looked like some goofy prince…or an Emo-lesbian with a beard.
So I did what any self-respecting adult does . . . I visited my Mommy and begged her to make it better. She thinned it out at parts and layered it in others so the helmet affect is gone and it is, though much shorter, much improved. I had a few pics snapped quick before I left for the night . . .
There I am hiding behind my sunglasses. And below…I can’t remember if I was trying to be thoughtful…or shooting myself with my fingers…
Oh and Steve put the finishing touches on the poster. Now it has all the info squared away, it’s in high resolution for printing, and the Devil now speaks.