Sheryl came to my rescue at work today, suggesting a slight side part and a few other serving suggestions (headband with wispies, teeny hair clips).
Of the people who saw my new ‘do, about half told me how much they liked it. I’m assuming the other half were practicing the “if you can’t say anything nice” school of thought. Either that, or they’re trying to figure out if this is what my hair always looked like.
I’m starting to get more used to it. Like I told Sheryl, I wouldn’t have tried anything like this of my own accord, but I suppose it’s good to try something new — even if just to decide I don’t want to do it again. And, after all, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back.