Max was groomed today, and he looks how I feel about haircuts– they’re invigorating, rejuvenating, and simply Heaven. I feel like we have an entirely new “puppy” at home!
(I’m not following the NaBloPoMo prompt today.)
To me, haircuts are a religious experience. For 1-2 hours (at least with my hair!), I get to escape from the insanity of my world and let someone else pamper me. When you’re stressed to the max, there is no greater feeling than having someone scrub your scalp, massage your follicles, and make you feel pretty again.
Today was no exception.
I’ve literally given up on my hair lately, and today I had no product in it, it was pulled back into a ponytail, and I just didn’t care.
Before haircut bliss
I feel a lot sexier now, a lot less stressed, and a lot more confident. I’m a new person.
How do haircuts make you feel?