Okay, so I sorta lied to Sofia, the wonderful soul who does my hair over at the fabulous Ft. Lauderdale Elite Group, but she really gave me no choice. The second I sat down at her chair, asking her to transform my long hair into a ‘do like the one in either two pictures, she smelled a rat.
And who could blame her? What woman hasn’t chopped her hair off after some emotional distress?
First she asked if I was pregnant, to which I said “no” (this was not a lie). But then she asked if “anything else” was going on, emotionally speaking. And what did I reply? “Of course not! Just ready for a change is all.” Only a partial lie really.
No damage done, after all. I’m in love with my new sassyfrassy locks, as my husband calls them. And I was honest in the end when she asked, when it was all said and done, if we were ready to start a family. “Oh yes, yes.” The perfect look then, she called it. A little edgy and not too soccer mom-ish. How cute would I look, so skinny and with a big ‘ol belly? Cute, I hope, but not so skinny. I’m not working on shedding the pounds here. Just some inches.