Every Single Time

Every time I get my hair cut, I tell Michele (who does my hair) that I want something different: "Let’s do blah blah blah…" And guess what? She starts out doing what I say I want. Then I change what I want while she’s cutting my hair. In the end, she ends up giving me essentially the same hair cut every time. I give you exhibits A and B

Exhibit A: previous haircut Exhibit B:yesterday’s haircut

It’s looks like all I did was change my top and the location of the picture. The hair is the same. Why do I even bother with looking at different hairstyles? It’s like a ritual for me to go in and tell her I want something different only to direct her to cut it EXACTLY LIKE THE LAST TIME. It must be a sickness.

I finally took a picture of the second swatch. It looks an awful lot like the first one since I took the design and doubled it. I should have increased it horizontally instead of vertically. Still, Scott is a genius. I still need to block this swatch. My wrist is still giving me grief, too. I’m worried that it will still be all sore tomorrow when I board the plane. I won’t be able to knit while sitting on a plane for half the day. How is that good? It’s not, I tell you. It is not.