This is me every morning: Medusa with her head of snakes. Hopefully I won’t exit this incarnation with beheading, and I will definitely steer clear of men named Perseus.
A professional haircut is out of the question for now. I won’t even attempt to trim it myself. Josh says he won’t touch it. I guess I’ll ride it out and pin it up in the meantime.
Luckily, I don’t go out much in public much these days – certainly not looking like this – but I do have a nice array of hats should I need one.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 