A new hair cut / A new me

Well, not really a new me. But the hair cut makes me feel like a new, improved self. I look in the mirror and "Hey, who's that?" looking back at me. I smile, this totally silly grin across my face, like I've got a secret with the person smiling back at me and I know, without a doubt, I've lost my marbles. I didn't have that many to begin with so it's not such a loss. Apparently I'm such a mess that even my stylist, Bianca asked me if I were doing better than the last time I was in ( 5 weeks ago). I stared at her reflection in the mirror - a complete blank - what the heck is she talking about? So it would seem Bianca not only cuts and colors my hair but she is my sounding board for all the craziness I'm feeling when I see her. She's like a therapist with really good taste in clothes and style. Poor girl, I didn't realize I subject her to my ranting and ravings while I get her to do the impossible with my fine, thin hair. I not only look better but I feel better too after I've seen her. Good thing I tip her well!