They say that when a woman cuts her hair, she is about to change her life.
This week I got a haircut and, unbeknownst to me, certain things were taking place that were going to affect me. I cut my hair because it needed it, not to change my life – hélas, my life was changed for me.
To the few who come here for the readings – it’s been a whirlwind couple of months, and I have quite a bit of catching up to do. My stress level is pretty high (last night I dreamed that I fell out of a plane. While it was flying through the sky. Yeah.) so I’ll be taking a three week hiatus from Eton mess…in order to deal with my mess! Namely uni assignments and my sister’s wedding.
A la prochaine, mes chers.
xo
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