Bad hair day?

I opted for a new hair style yesterday.

The end result was that I simply loathed way it/I looked.

I spent most of the night agonising about it and wishing I could make it all grow back a la Harry Potter.

Come morning, the wild mop had settled down a bit and I felt brave enough to venture to work, all the while cursing the instinct that had led me into opting for this haircut. (Although I must admit that the temptation to take the day off for my mental health conditions was strong, especially it being a Friday).

And now in at work, I am surrounded by workmates all of whom let out admiring cries the minute they saw me. And then told me how well it suits me, how "mod" the cut was, how it makes my chinky (almost non-existent) eyes actually look bigger and what not!!!

All very, very comforting to me and my fragile ego, so I choose to believe it;-)

Go figure!!!