the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Hair, day one

I got a wild hare (do I crack myself up or what) and decided I’d try to chronicle the whole process of growing out my mane. This isn’t day one. In fact, it’s day 40 or something. I CAN’T KEEP TRACK OF EVERYTHING FOR YOU, MOM.

(That was a joke, Mom. Call me later and we’ll talk about shirtless George Clooney.)

But we’ll just call this day one for the purposes of simplicity. Swoopy day one.

Is anybody else going through this process? Share a link in the comments.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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