So it's no secret that my hair has been in dire need of a new style for at least the last six months (some would argue the last year.) But somehow I couldn't bring myself to get it cut. I mean I'm not afraid of short hair (anyone who's known me for any significant amount of time has probably seen me with VERY short hair at one point or another.) My fear was that I would look like a mom. More specifically that I would look like my mom. (And don't start with me on this. I know my mom is a wonderful beautiful person who doesn't look her age, it's not about that. It's about the fact that all women are resistant to turning into their mothers so I'm just exercising my right to that age old tradition.)
But today I finally took the plunge. Yes, I look like a mom. More specifically, yes, I look like my mom. My fears have officially been realized. I have a "mom do."