It started last Saturday night when my friend, Michelle, arrived home after being gone for a few months. She's in the Navy. There we were on her back porch enjoying wine for me and beer for her, catching up on things when out of nowhere she says, "Shell, what are we going to do with your hair?" I just about spit my wine out from laughing. I said, "what do you mean?" She said, as she put her eyes down sheepishly, "well, it's just that you are short, cute, and sassy and you need a short, cute and sassy hair style."
I've been in the process of letting my hair grow since January and Michelle said that it looked like a "sexy mama 70's style." Again, I almost spit my wine out with laughter. I told her that was not true as I would need boobs to have a "sexy mama" look and since I have no boobs, I agreed that the hair must go and be transformed into short, cute and sassy. With that said, her mother-in-law, Sue, came in and we asked her for her opinion. Sue is a stylist and she concurred that indeed I "had no boobs" and that indeed I needed a short, cute and sassy hairstyle. So on Thursday evening Sue cut it. What do you think? I really love it and so does David and my friends.
The rest of my weekend went just as fabulous. I sold two art pieces from my website, I finished another little art quilt called Mr. and Mrs. Birdie go to brunch, and then I went out and bought a short, cute and sassy new car to match my new hairdo. (not really to match my hair, but I had you going didn't I?) Anyway, here is a picture of the car. I'll have more on that next time.
Have a good week. Be good, be cute, be sassy and be happy that your not short with no boobs.
This week IGF the fact that David liked my hair and he isn't a boob man.