Guess what I FINALLY did today!
I got my hair cut off!
What once hung down to the middle of my back, getting trapped in my armpit and under my purse straps, now rests lightly just above my shoulders.
And, drum roll please…
(Please excuse the terrible lighting, and the makeup free face.)
When the stylist measured it out for the first time (while all my hair was still attached), she asked me: “Right about here?” in reference to the top of my spine.
Inside, I had a mini freakout because I was nervous, and almost told her, “No. Just a bit longer, please!” But I said: “Yep, that feels about right.”
Feels, not looks, because I had to take my glasses off, and I can’t see a thing without them.
Less than 20 minutes later, because this is not a complicated cut, I walked out with my new hair!
(Only takes about 7 minutes to blow dry… thank goodness. I hate blow dryers.)
What do you think? Yea? Nay? It’ll always grow back if I hate it later! It’s like a weed!