|We are both stunned by my hair. Who could blame us?|
This morning I called the salon and discovered that the only time I could get a Ouidad haircut before Feb. 25--the date of Charleston's best feminist party ever--was this afternoon. So I texted Maybelle's favorite babysitter at the very last minute (not that unusual for me, really) and had to admit to her that she'd be hanging with Maybelle so that I could succumb to the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy.
I actually think this may be the best haircut yet.