Yesterday, I had an old friend shake my hand and ask me for my name. And then, eyes widened and voice an octave higher, "Evelyn?? You cut your hair!!" Granted, it was dark, it was crowded and noisy, and we were drunk, but still! The funny consequence of getting a dramatic haircut that has occurred uncountable times these past few weeks in Cornell.
I enjoy both long and short hair in two very different ways. They both give me extremely different looks. I'm rocking the short hair but I kind of miss the long hair now and then. Hm!