New Haircut. New Life.

Please excuse the extremely cliche and title but it did just kind of work out that way.

I guess it all started in History of Musical Theatre. Where else right? Christin made a totally rash and unsupported statement about Prince Eric having awful hair. It seemed criminal but in the end it was pretty evocative (typical Christin). After some conversation with Nikko later that night, it was decided for me that my long hair had run its course.

Cut to the morning of the following Saturday I'm sitting in in a hysterical established called Style America. Not gonna lie, it was hood. There was multi-colored weave in the window and two cholas that were cuttin' hur. Now the last time I had a haircut in Tucson it was at the chic Ric Erickson salon. The experiences were complete polar opposites. The brilliant girl who cut my hair at Style America had no reason to sugar coat her thoughts on my hair. Some favorites were "What have you been thinking" "If your hair gonna go, It's gonna go" "Ugh You looks SO much better. You're welcome." While my aesthetic may not have been her favorite...they were all about Nikko. Of course.

I was really flattered by people's responses to the new look, but have you ever noticed that when you change your style people make it sound like you've looked like a maimed ogre for the past 10 years?
Rude.

But wait the changes aren't over yet. I took a big step and started going to Betsy's pilates class which is hard but totally fun. I accept that I look awful when I'm doing but it's enjoyable.

Anyways I thought this would be a good time to return to the blog. I need to get into the habit of non-academic writing.

Keep it real but don't forget your inner diva. She's in there somewhere.