I wasn’t going for a Patti Smith cut when I took scissors to my hair tonight, but I did channel her at least a little.

Today was rough.  A lot has been rough lately, but more on that for another post.  I had a couple of hours alone at home tonight and I decided to dye my hair.  To cover up the grey.  It felt so good to take charge that I decided to cut my hair too.  I took 4 inches off the bottom.  I just grabbed it and chopped it.  And then chopped it a little more and imagined that I’d got it evened out.  Then I did a little layering and finished up by ever so lightly trimming the bangs. I kept thinking about Patti Smith.  She cut her own hair.  And she’s a bad ass.

Voila!  No more grey.  No more blues.  Time for some red and I sang along with The Shins as I added fullness and body to my formerly lifeless locks.  When I picked Amalia up from the gym, I threw on my leather jacket (that Izzy finally brought home from school) along with my new favorite watermelon pink sneakers and even a little red lipstick to make things more festive.  I do know how to dress for the rhythmic moms on a Friday night.

Everyone liked my haircut, but I could tell one mom just couldn’t believe that I would actually cut my own hair and not spend 3 hours in the salon.  We’ll see how the color holds up.  We’ll see if the cut has any shape tomorrow.  My beauty-shop-for-one might lose it’s luster, but Patti Smith won’t.  Look at this photo…

Photo courtesy of @Wildaboutmusic