wacked it off. finally.

I did it! I cut my hair!

I've cut my hair short countless times, it was just a lot scarier this time since it had grown so long this last year and felt like my "baby", you know? Jonathan really wanted me to grow it long--I guess he thought it would be full and luscious on me? Instead it was dull, flat, & boring. I just don't like long hair on me, and I'm okay with that.

I couldn't believe how nervous I was the whole time. Usually going to the hair salon is relaxing for me, but I was so stressed this time because 1. wasn't familiar with the salon and how trust-worthy it was and 2. the kids were super cranky today and I felt terrible leaving them with a sitter. I worried about them the whole time and how my hair would turn out and frustrated that I had to drive across town twice to get it done blah blah blah...

But the sitter I had, she said "Go do this for yourself and you'll be glad you did." So I did it and I AM glad that I decided to do this for myself. I don't think I'll return to the same salon...too many old women with fake tans, big two-toned hair, and too much hairspray. That might be mean, but well...its the truth. And the salon was kinda old and falling apart. Luckily the girl that cut my hair was young and trendy so she understood pretty well what I was going for.

I don't know how many inches were cut off. But it was a lot.

I opted for a subtle a-line cut (meaning slightly shorter in back) with full swoop bangs and lots of short layers. My all-time favorite style and it's nothing new to me, but I love it all the same!

(sorry for the poor quality pics. I used my old digital camera because it was easier to hold with one hand. ha)

 

Success! Now I can feel like me again. yay!