Wanna know a secret about me? I get nervous for hair cuts. Weird – I KNOW, but I had one scheduled yesterday afternoon and felt icky enough to actually consider rescheduling the appointment. It’s silly but the thought of someone paying their full attention to me for the duration of a hair cut makes me feel achingly self-conscious. Like I can’t possibly bear such scrutiny. Please, let’s talk about movies or the Super Bowl or the faltering pound…anything except me or my hair. The strange part is that I’m a relatively gregarious blabbermouth but for some reason, the circumstances involved in getting my hair did make me want to clam up and curl into the fetal position.
Now it’s your turn. Do you have a secret?
P.S. I got a smattering of bangs. I also got $50+ worth of products I don’t really need.
Seventies glow courtesy of Pioneer Woman Action Set 2