i colored my hair with a crayon

Not like he can understand me, but that's what I told Lane when I walked in Saturday evening after my long overdue hair appointment.  I've been waiting A YEAR to get my hair done.  After my almost buzz cut in Portland, I was trying to let it grow, but I finally bit the bullet.

car shot befooore:

and after!

I was actually worried about Lane, but he had no problem recognizing me at all, like nothing had even changed.

It's funny how such a surface change can change the way I feel inside.  My mane reflects my fire or ice, my elegance, my time.  Not only does my body suddenly feel lighter but my soul feels nourished.  I'm a sucker for simple therapy.