OK, fine. The party was for my birthday. But I did wear my new hair to it. Not that I had much choice in the matter. I digress. Lolita’s transformation was less dramatic. Her highlights blended in more with the natural color of her hair, making it seem richer. She insisted that the haircut was still essentially Friends-y, but to me it looked quite different. It flipped where the Friends cut flopped, if you will. And between flipping and flopping, there is all the difference.

How did people react to my radical new look? By and large, they didn’t. So soft and gentle were my new highlights that most of my party guests failed to notice them at all. Or perhaps it’s just that the highlights matched the woodwork in my house so well that I blended right into the doorframe. It just goes to show you that no matter how much effort you put into your physical appearance no one will ever pay as much attention to it as you do. Unless you’re Heidi Klum.

However, now that folks have had a month to squint at me and wonder what’s different, the response has been quite positive overall. I have to admit, I think my hair looks a lot better. If I could go back in time, I probably would’ve had the hairstylist make it lighter, but I’m still happy with it. The style requires a lot more effort than my old cut (read: I have to blow-dry it now), but I don’t feel like I’m wasting a ton of time getting it to look “just so.” All in all, I’d say it was a positive experience. If not for the implicit guilt of giving my hairstylist cancer, I’d definitely do it again.

Next Month
It’s time to fortify your nose, people. We’re delving into the world of perfume.