Did I mention that I cut my hair? Sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I decided to get it shortened and styled, after having had long straight hair for most of the past six years or so. The thing with short hair is that it actually takes more time than long hair.

Long-haired Tracy could spring from bed and hustle around the place in the morning and go to work with her hair still damp. Short-haired Tracy gets out of the shower to blow dry, fill with styling products and fuss in the mirror. If not, parts of her hair stick up like someone on Yu-gi-oh! and she feels mortified.

But I like the shorter look. It looks neater and more modern. And according to the stylist, I can actually do a variety of things with it, depending on the amount of gel I use. Fortunately, my cherubs keep a bottle of styling gel in my bathroom, so I've been playing with it. I did find one new style the other morning, although I'm not sure I want to repeat it. After filling my hair with gel and some limp hair lifter (applied to the roots, as directed), I blew dry my hair and ended up looking somewhat like a mushroom, or perhaps a latter day John Lennon.

Have a happy Monday :) May it be a good hair day for all!