8 days into December and ML has already received more visits this month than it did during the entire month of September.
I feel special.
I was sitting at Starbucks (yeah, yeah. The root of all corporate evil and whatnot. Shaddup) thoroughly enjoying my apple cider (mmm...) and drawing what wound up being a prospect for Michael's Christmas present that I'm decently happy with, when all of a suddenly this lady comes up behind me and says:
"I'm sorry, but I just had to tell you! You have the most beautiful hair! My daughter does modeling, so does my son - a scout spotted them, and they were telling us about all the different things the companies looked for, and you could definitely model hair products!"
She went on about my hair for a good five minutes.
How the hell does one respond to that? I myself turned bright, bright red, sort of hunched down a little (my compliment reflex, remember?) and thanked her several times.
... on the other hand, I guess this validates my theory that my hair is my only good feature; therefore I should not cut it. Ever. Or at least until it starts hitting my knees (that'll take another year or two, I think).