In lieu of a frontal lobotomy, a new haircut and WIP will have to do

When I am stressed, I sometimes become irrational for a change in the scenery so I went and had like 6 inches chopped off my hair. Trust me, it was dry, raggedy and it needed it. They also straightened, added some long layers, and thinned it a little for me. I hardly straighten my hair anymore because it was like a horse's mane. I know I'm complaining about a gift, but geez trying to get a roll brush through this is a production. I have the mental battle wounds from my mom trying to comb my hair when I was younger.

Didn't think my hair could get that straight, did ya?

And with stress I also start new things as if I don't have enough to finish. New bright cheerful colors were the medicine I needed. After seeing Sairy's Wicked, it prompted me to want a comfy sweater with a kangaroo pouch, Remember that 100 purewool.com I bought a few months ago in the "Poison" colorway?

Yeah, hellooooooo lover.

Oh and just to clarify, that isn't a dye lot change in my mom's Lush and Lacy Cardigan. It photographed strange and I panicked when I saw it on the computer. All is well with that sweater in case you noticed and was afraid I would snap in two if you did. LOL