I'm a mess, part two.

I was so delighted by the comments from the receptionist at my workplace last week, I relayed the conversation to a co-worker. He laughed, but then reassured me that, while I do have a certain look, it's not necessarily a bad look. He said it suits me.

"Shabby chic? Carefully disheveled?" I asked.

"No, I wouldn't say 'carefully'. It's just ...a look."

So there we have it. I am disheveled.

I'm a mess.

I'm overdue for a haircut. The receptionist at work has apparently noticed.

Me: Hi, how's it going?

Receptionist: Good! ...by the way, I can recommend some hairstylists.

Me: Heh, I definitely need a haircut, thanks for reminding me. I'll book one soon.

(We chat about weather and local events for a few minutes, and then there is a brief lull in the conversation.)

Receptionist: So, do you not have a comb at your house?