I got a new haircut today. It’s layered and slightly past my shoulders.

I look like Florence Henderson from the Brady Bunch in the seventies. Remember that very blond shag with the flippy-uppy ends?

Yep. That’s me.
Well, not quite, but you get the idea.

It’s cute and fresh and different. And tomorrow it will look nothing like it does today, because I will have made it my own.

And I’ll probably look exactly like I always do. Which is fine I guess.

But it must look good, because some random guy followed me all around the Hen House today while I did my grocery shopping.