office hairs

i'm an addict. the hair keeps getting shorter and shorter.

i probably threatened to chop it off right after my wedding one thousandy times. then i got cold feet. nine months later (that's a guess - i don't really know how much time passed), i grew a pair and asked for the name of a co-worker's Hair Genius.

* note that i rarely capitalize on this blog, but this talented lady deserves caps *

well, said Hair Genius got rid of 9 inches has been cutting my hair ever since, and i swear to you, i've never gotten more compliments on anything in my life than i get on my hair. then she up and quit the biz. if i hadn't been at the office when i got the news, i might have cried, i love her so. forced to find another Hair Genius, i resorted to asking random people on the street, at the office, at the grocery store "who cuts your hair?" finally, one of my bestest friends told me that i had to try her girl. so i did. and i am thrilled to say that there are at least two bonafide Hair Geniuses in this world! halleluja!

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that's a rather large photo of myself and no one should ever do that, but it seemed necessary to make my point. please, no compliments. i mean, unless you mean it. and if you are in the kc area - or understandably see that you need to be here every 8 weeks so this girl can treat you right - shoot me an email and i'll give you her goods.

verdict's still out on whether i can recreate this perfection. however, i promise not to make you read another blog post describing my hair. let's all just assume the best.

also, there's this that i can't stop going back to:

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that has someday office written all over it.