I’ve been toying with ideas of what I could do while JDawg is with Isobel. Mostly, I’ve read, gone for walks or cleaned. Special, right? The thought of getting a massage has crossed my mind – especially with how much my back aches from carrying Isobel for five hours a day.
Today, I got all up-in-my-own-shit and decided to get my hair cut. Mostly for the scalp massage. But also, to like, feel different, you know? As always, I don’t know how to feel about the results. Anything more styled than a ponytail makes me feel on display… but here it is.
Now, is it just me, or it this a slightly punkier version of this gal?
