Back in black

Today was cut and color day.

When I went to bed last night, I was like: color only – I’m going to grow this hair out. But this morning I was like: Nah – I want a French bob. And now I have one. I just keep going shorter and shorter, but I feel more like myself than I have in a while.

I’m excited to see what it looks like after I style it myself tomorrow. I don’t like how she flat irons all the life out of my hair.

Oh and I’m so very glad to have my dark hair back. šŸ˜šŸ˜

I want a Zoey Deschanel wig. I used to have one, but I think maybe I gave it to Grace when she had chemo? I remember giving her some wigs a couple years back and thinking: you’ll have to buy yourself new ones when the cancer comes back. Because I’ve always known. Always.