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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Spring is in My Hair

These days, trees are blooming, flowers are sprouting from the earth, and every once in awhile the sun even comes out. (Which means I’m in Heaven.) Yesterday, as I go on and on about how much I fancy spring, Jeff ruins my chirpy mood.

“I want to skip spring and go straight to summer,” he says.

I consider this for a minute, imagining what life would be like to skip the season. It’d mean I’d also have to skip my birthday, my espadrille-wearing phase (which results each year when it’s too warm for boots and too cold for flip-flops), and my transformation from brunette to blond.

There’s no way I could ever skip spring.

{Behold the new hair!}


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