this one goes out to eric.
the time came for a new look. i wanted something sassy, yet easy to manage. this in-between look, this fright wig fiasco i had going on was just not working. i mean, who did i think i was fooling?
it certainly wasn't enough hair to go out in public without frightening young children, yet it was more than enough to annoyingly leave renegade hairs all over the apartment, so i decided it was time to go kojak.
it was ej who played barber. i was not at all concerned that he had just finished a mug of highly caffeinated italian coffee. his nerves are like steel.
i don't know how this picture of a crotchety old man getting a haircut got in here.
"please let my head be a normal shape. please let my head be a normal shape."
i get my "must take photo" gene from my mom.
i laughed when i saw this because it looked like ej was conducting a ritual, but i'm realizing that it was a sort of rite of passage.
and voila! the finished product yet untouched by the elements. 42 years and that scalp has never seen the light of day. until now.
old chipmunk cheeks would like to thank her stylist...