Thursday, October 28, 2010


the faux-hawk era.

circa 2005.

one time mr.a went snow-boarding for the weekend and came home to a wife with a faux-hawk. i had always wanted to chop off my hair but had never been brave enough. after we got married, i felt so... loved. and safe. i knew i was with someone who really loved me.
not my face or my body or my hair. but me. the inner me. my heart and my mind and my soul. cutting my hair was an outward expression of how i felt on the inside; brave and strong and beautiful. it was liberating.

this is one of the only pictures i still have from that time.
my hair has grown. it has been a variety of colors and styles since the faux-hawk; but the effect it had on me has never changed.

p.s. this is a real polaroid. not an app.
p.p.s i wish i still had that coat!


  1. Ok, first of all I live your hawk. You're beautiful.

    Next, I want to write you a quetion-ish.

    Eh hem...we're blog friends (unless your feelings have changed towards me) and I love reading about you and your family. So I was thinking it would be kind of cool if you did a post about the kind of things we would discuss if we were to meet in real life at lunch or something. What would you want me to know about yourself? What are you favorite things or what do you want to achieve in life? It doesn't have to be any of those specifically, I just thought it would be cool for you to write about yourself!

    Bye my dear.

    is it weird that I asked tht? Sheesh, it's no like I want your social security number!

  2. i just caught all my hair off about a month ago, and i agree it does feel very liberating! sometimes i still miss my long locks, but for now this shortness represents exactly who i am right now.

  3. I want to know how Mr. A keeps such a beautiful wife, he's a lucky man.


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