After much debate, I got my hair cut. I'd scheduled an appointment for today and was considering canceling it yesterday evening, then miss Vamoose posted a photo of Marianne Faithfull and her perfectly messy yet bluntly cut early 60's 'do. Such perfect hair.
Mine still has a few old layers that need to grow out, but I'm pretty happy with what my new stylist managed to do with my mess of a mane. It looks all nice and neat from the professional blow out but that will end the moment I rest my head on the pillow.
If you're ever in Brooklyn and need a stylist, Aki at Commune is the girl to go to. After over-paying at my last place for haircuts I never felt right about, I'm relieved to have found her.
(Oh and I do not have ombre hair. That is the light from the screen. Ombre hair is one of the absolute most ridiculous trends to emerge this year. I had ombre hair for quite some time due to an unfortunate dye job, why anyone would want such a thing on purpose is beyond me. Do I sound like your mother?)