I got that pixie…ish cut on a whim when I was passing by International mall today. Said I to my mother, “The cuban lady who did it last time is there.” And she could not resist.
Anyway, I’ve already got my friends’ reactions tomorrow already; that way I can tell them to just fast forward, because I know their opinions.
Gui will be the first and the loudest: “OH MY GOD. Camilleeee!! Why did you cut your hair even shorter?! Why don’t you just let it grow out?!”
Mari will look at it sadly, and then whine, “Why did you cut your hairrrrr? It looked so nice beforeee…”
Manny is a trickier one. He may shrug and say, “cool,” or he will tell me it’s really different. I will freak out and he will assure me he likes it.
Ivan won’t say anything, but when I ask he’ll look down and say, “It’s just that…I don’t like girls with short hair.”
To which I will reply, “Awesome.”
OH! And outfit wise, we had this random lovely cold front, thus prompting me to whip out my dad’s old sweater and skip pants. I am quite fond of that. In fact, I’m doing it now.