It's been a long time coming, as I'm sure you've guessed from my swiftly and ever-shortening strands. What started as a few inches off quickly became a full-on transformation of a magnitude usually reserved for make-over shows and criminals who have yet to be caught. What better way to declare my approval of the resurgence of '90s trends than to wear it daily, on my head, a manifesto etched in hair? "Give me the Gretzky," I boldly proclaimed from my perch atop the stylist's chair, "and make it snappy."
So, on this first day in April, I reveal to you my new look. A day otherwise known as...
April fools. Don't you like it?
