Hair color: ten bucks. Time: one hour. Having your husband for a colorist: PRICELESS!
p.s. This picture? Totally unrelated. Like this post, an impulsive camera-phone shot in the DIA’s giftshop.
And why is this post housed here, you ask? Because the idea of being loved is so excruciatingly priceless, this small and simple act of tending to the physical needs of a loved one captures the essence of life itself. Life is a play, and the show must go on!
Because to choose is to love, and to love is to live.
