This week, after a blog hiatus, I decided to write my reasons for not writing. All of them irrational, though the haircut is especially heinous.
After two solid days of crisp-looking, spunky, even well-thought-out short curly hair, I woke to a cross between Lyle Lovett circa 1991 and Bozo the clown minus the orange highlights. Every morning, without fail. The first week, I laughed and pinned it down with a variety of hair apparatus. The second week I cried. The third week I decided this omen surely meant that my blogging career was over. It was that easy.
Hence, this is me, and the hat I’ve been wearing since November.