magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

On the train on the way into work I sat next to a woman who in my peripheral vision appeared to be mid-twenties, quite cute. But in the reflection in the windows across the train she looked closer to forty. It was a Portrait of Dorian Gray sort of thing, and I wondered about her peripheral versus reflected impressions of me.

It was another day with much to do at work, and so I left after lunch to buy a new pair of shoes. There's been talk at work of presenting a more 'put-together' image, and while this hasn't become an actual dress-code, I figured that dressier shoes wouldn't hurt me. I had scoped out the options on Moo Shoes website, and while my first choice shoe was sold out I did end up with a pair that I'm happy with. I also stopped at the American Apparel store, and bought two new shirts, a pink ringer tee, and a blue shirt with long, orange sleeves.

And at home, continuing with the new-look theme, started cutting my hair, but realized that i just couldn't get the right angle to get at the back of my own head with our little, safety craft scissors, and asked Marie for a hand. She had cut Rob's hair a few days ago, and while he doesn't like the fact that it looks sort of trendy, I thought it was a fine job. And I like my hair cut a lot too, although I realized after washing it that it's the same hair cut that my mom has in photos from her teenage years. That's not a bad thing, just curious.