And I LOVE it. I hadn’t had a haircut since last November and it was looking mangy, plus my bangs had grown out so far that the sun’s reflection off my massive forehead was blinding pilots flying overhead (overhead, haha, get it?) and causing plane crashes. I took myself to Salon Bleu yesterday, the foo-foo French place in town, located on the corner of Calle 20 and Avenida 10. The few times a year I get my hair cut, I always go there. First I was with French Audre, who left me and fled back to Paris. Then I was with Mexican Wendy, who also left me to go have a baby. I finally figured my best bet is to go with the French owner, Lionel, since it’s unlikely the owner will leave his salon, right? It’s always been harder to get an appointment with him, but after yesterday, I’m CURSING myself for not getting my hair cut by him from the start.

Why? The dude, he just GETS me.

All I did was show him about 4 photos of different types of styles I liked, and let him know I needed bangs, then just let him go to town. I am not a girl who is married to her hair and I LOVE to let the stylist work with what I’ve got and boy did he hit a homerun with this one. I was just planning on coloring it dark brown, but he stared at my head and with a dreamy look in his eye said, “I haz a vizshun for your hair” and put violet streaks in it. It was worth every freaking hard-earned peso.

These pictures were taken this morning, after going to the gym and sleeping on it. Messy and just my thing. I feel like such a girl again, so happy and healthy and with cute hair. Who the fuck am I?