Ahem, Coiffe coiffe. *Updated*
OK, fine. Here you go--to satisfy the requesters that won't leave me alone!
Did my best, but self-portraiture is not my forté. It's hard to take a 360 degree photo, so you can't see the layers or how it moves, but I hope this gives you an idea of the cut.
And I hope all the hoopla surrounding it doesn't leave you disappointed with the real thing. I have a tendency to, well, exaggerate a bit. I don't fish, so I make up for it elsewhere.
My new haircut, by Min, from Studio 203 on Boulevard Vincent Auriol, Paris 13th Arrondissement, Metro Place d'Italie. Phone number is 01 42 16 83 32.
(And yes, that is my perfect (discontinued) lipstick. I wore it just for the picture. See how much I love you?)
Stupid Murphy struck again.
I hope you liked the picture.
I left for the grocery store, noticing the balmy feel to the air, and pondering leaving my heavy coat at home later. When I walked out of our local centre commerciale, only steps from our door, il pleut. And not just normal Paris drizzly stuff--it was a downpour of big, fat drops, falling fast and furious.
And, of course, I didn't have my umbrella.
I came into our apartment and found Lucy, ready and rarin' for a walk, while water was sheeting off my face, and my hair looked like I had just stepped from the shower. I told her she had to wait, because she hates the rain anyway, and began to put the groceries away.
And wouldn't you know it, only 10 minutes later, the sun is shining.
I am definitely having a Charlie Brown moment. Argh.