That's right. I got myself a hair cut. And boy were my hairs cut! My darling friend Jes agreed to give me a trim, but then I did one of the more impulsive things in my life and decided just on the spot to let her go all out. And when I did this is what started to happen: 
It was just one of the more fun things in my week to have her and Kirby play hairdresser and wingman, we listened to French music and they kept telling me how pretty I looked. Is there anything much better than that? Pas de tout! C'est la meilleure chose! Regarde:
Doesn't it look about as precious as you could get. It's my Paris haircut, because heaven knows I can't do anything in my life without relating it back to Paris. Here's another view (and I let you guess at what hour of the night this beauty was taken)
Doesn't it just look exactly like a Paris haircut. Imaginez. This is a haircut you can walk to the boulangerie with and feel like a local.
2 comments:
I like it!!! :D look at you post pictures! you are great! I do indeed think it is a very appropriate Paris haircut! did you get your passport moving? is that Jess or Kirby in the picture?
oh! lol I forget that Kirby is a boy! so that is jess! :)
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