But then, sometimes, on really-good-long-hair days, I would say to myself, 'what are you thinking?' And I would push that "crazy idea" out of my head. Yes, I talk to myself. Admit it. You do too!
Back to my story.
Alas, my good hair days were getting fewer and father in between.
I suppose I should preface this by saying first, that I have loved wearing it long. It has been long for quite awhile. And as this summer season crept in, I noticed that I began wearing it pulled up most of the time. Twisted up on top of my head with a clip.
I was beginning to resent the time it took to wash, condition, dry and style it. My long hair began to feel like a burden. I'd get frustrated with it and just pull it up in a clip. I'd wake up in the morning and pull it up in a clip. etc, etc.
I longed for a short, sassy cut that demanded nothing from me. I am busy enough without taking orders from my hair, thank you very much. Ya know what I mean, jellybean?
So when I went in for my scheduled hair appointment this week, I took Toni some photos of haircuts I liked and had printed from the Internet for consideration. She and I talked at length about the cut, style, length and decided to go for a Meg Ryan-esque cut. Short with messy layers that I can scrunch in some hair gel and be on my way out the door.
It didn't take me long to jump on that idea and I gave Toni the "A-OK" to cut it...
(my hubby loves it too)