Things are changing around here, spring is clinging on here for as long as it can, but pretty soon the forecast will say 100*f daily. Lily is almost done with school (next week?!). We are settling into our new home a little more each day, we are making new friends, I am getting over post-partum crap...
Whenever this happens, when change happens, I crave to have an outward expression of change.
For me, this usually me desperately wanting to chop my hair off, or get a tattoo.
I have a rule, I have to want to chop my hair off for 4 months striaght, and then I chop it off. So far...I dont last that long. Same with a tattoo.
But I wont lie.
Its killing me. I want short hair....and a tattoo.