Just a few of the images drifting through my thoughts as I head out to a new
saloon salon today. Gonna trust my tresses to someone I've never used before. I know, I know, "it'll grow back". Doncha just hate it when people say that?!
UPDATE, 2:45 PM: hair appnt went well.
"Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder