back to my roots

I haven't seen my favourite hairdresser Marco since we moved to Bloor West Village. It seemed that he was too far away and a little too expensive. As a result, I have not been happy with a haircut in nearly two years! That all changed this afternoon. I drove to the other side of the city (not that long of a trip really) and forked over the cash for a haircut that I am sooooo happy with. It is the perfect thing to get me feeling great about going back to work. Sorry, the baby was sleeping, so I couldn't even hold him in these shots and pretend it was about him and not my fab new do.