Damn Paparazzi

So I have recently become FED UP with my really kinky curly hair. This summer with its 92% humidity has pushed me over the limit. I would come home from a particularly stressful day and Hambone (who has asked if I would please please stop cutting my hair so short I look like I'm playing for the 'other team') would openly jeer at my mile-high hair.

Last week I went to the new salon on Charles Street called "M" (that's the entire name) and asked them to either straighten my hair somehow or to just shave it off. They decided to do a "reverse permanent" on me, which took my wild and ridiculous hair and straightened it right out.

Surprisingly, after the deal was done, my hair is long enough to cover my ears. Who knew.

Now that my hair is ... more normal, I have been trying the hairdos you'd usually see on TV and in the Movies. My current favorite is the "Carmella Soprano."

Yesterday I was having lunch at a cafe in Mt Vernon and this Chinese girl at the next table held up her phone and took a picture of the top of my head. I was really quite put off by this.

I think her picture looked something like this -- I tried to re-create the photo when I was sitting in my office this afternoon. (That's how I roll) I can't see what she wanted from that picture...