Last week before heading out of town, I went in for my annual skin check at the Dermatologist. Various forms of skin cancer run in the family, so all of us adults are working to make sure we get regular checkups. Which is not always an enjoyable experience. Because, you see, it's a FULL body check-up, meaning that they check you ALL OVER. This is awkward to say the least, especially when the doc happens to be a rather handsome man, as mine is. But I figure once you've had bum surgery, you really have no dignity left, so you may as well make the best of it and go for your check-up. I'd still rather have this than a mammogram.
For probably the last 10 years or so, I've had pretty much the same hairstyle. For the most part, it's been long, all one length, and I would eventually put it up in a ponytail almost every day, because I couldn't stand having it in my face. It drove me crazy, but I didn't know what to do with it, and at the same time, I liked that I could basically get up and go every day without a lot of effort. For the past several months now, I've been threatening to do something different and drastic, and finally, yesterday, I did. At the recommendation of Angel, I made an appointment with her stylist. It took several weeks to get in, but finally, the day arrived. Angel went with me, for moral support, and to be the photographer. I went in with some basic ideas, but after some consultation and looking at photos with Francine, this is what I ended up with. First, the "before" shot: In process: And finally, the finished product: I can't remember the last time
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