so sad - until i get used to this - i miss my hair...

I sat in the chair and declared I wanted something different, looked at my hair thinking it was just right, but then again I should take a chance and try something new. Ok cut it quick before i lose my nerve. I couldn't see all the length falling off the back but when she worked around the side, and cut those last bits. I wanted to jump up and run. It was all I could do to put a little week half smile on but i was CRYING inside CRYING!

Oh another rash decision!

I'm on a role! Stay posted for NYC or no NYC (since there is to be no UK). The work permit would take a specialist with a miraculous touch to make it happen, but I'm only partially let down as I concluded things with the boy over there. So beyond the Jane Austen festival and a season of design abroad, not too much will be missed, and I don't have to live in Sue's sewing room or other such places as Blake has found a way cooler place to call home than here. So horray - I can stay, and wait for my hair to grow back.