My Fringe.

Didn’t go red like I said I might (not ready for that commitment), but I did venture into fringe territory!

It was pretty tragic when I first got it cut because I spoke up and asked her to cut a little off the side, which made it blunt (and not pleasing like James). Thankfully my roommate came to my rescue and we shared a little Parent Trap moment.

I quoted the movie and everything.

“You’re scared? An 11 year old is cutting my hair!” and so on.

So here it is, in all it’s glory. It’ll probably be pinned up by noon, knowing me.

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