Birds of a feather.

My hair stylist has been trying to convince me to sport blue or pink or even purple streaks in my hair for some time now. Just a few underneath... barely noticeable... but still, something along the lines of commitment phobia spring up and just can't do it.
BUT when I was traveling a few weeks back, I saw a friend with a tiny feather extension that I adored. So, naturally, I went in search of a salon here in Boston and a happy dance ensued when I found out MY salon actually just started doing them. So, today... I went under the clamp and got two feather extensions. You know, just to spice things up a bit.
They last 3-4 months so should I decide the relationship just isnt working out, I will definitely drop the "it's not you, it's me" line.

Until then, I am in love.

...and feel a strange aversion to today's CHICKEN salad.