Just a lil' off the top?

I know, I know...I should really be writing about the political shit-storm over here.  Maybe tomorrow.  For now, I just had to report on my latest adventure in Bangkok:

Haircuts.

Anyone who knows me, knows that my hair is one of my "things."  Kind of like my obsession with having very white teeth and just the right number of bangle bracelets on my arm.  I love experimenting with hair, because I figure if I ever hate a style, it will grow out eventually.  It's temporary, fleeting, impulsive.  

In that spirit, I cut off about 10 inches of hair last spring.  Then, shortly before moving to Thailand, I decided to go with a pixie cut (think Mia Farrow, but without the creepiness of Rosemary's Baby.) and loved my sassy look!  

Fast forward half a year, add an extremely hot climate and my hair has grown furiously.  When my hair began to lose all shape and started to increasingly resemble my childhood neighbor's spaniel, Muffin, I decided to call in the troops.  

Note: one must always exercise extreme caution when a man with scissors -who does not speak your language- gets near your locks.  I speak no Thai (and he speaks no english) so I brought in pictures and made it very clear (by clever employment of my incredible pantomiming skills) to just: "cut a little from the bottom but leave the sides long."  FYI: I am envisioning my next great style for Travis to give me when I get home, and it requires calculated growth patterns on my part...much like rotation cropping.  

Well, this is the result:

Right. Not quite what I was going for.  In fact, with the exception of the front, I have lost all strategic-hair-growth over the past 5 months...resulting in the quashing of my dream to attain flawless Victoria Beckham hair.  

On the bright side, I can confidently pursue my life-long dream of becoming a Korean boy-band member.  Think I'll fit right in....

xoxo