chop, chop!

I've been feeling the need to do this for awhile. I've put so much thought into it- wringing my hands and worrying if it's the right move or not. (I have put more thought into this than any of my tattoos)

I see myself as a long haired girl. It's who I am. But it really doesn't matter- so why was it such an agonizing decision? It grows back. Sheesh!

My hair hates being long. It tangles and clumps together and I put it up everyday or I wear a hat. Especially lately- it's had revolted. It's so misbehaved, that I dread washing it, brushing it, then blow drying it. So much so that I have been putting showering off for another whole day. Yes. My hair and I were at war.

So I texted my hair stylist Charity- and told her it was time. I have been threatening to do it for months. Every time I see her I make her trim off 3 inches- and it was still so long!

So. Gross. Doesn't it look like a really bad toupee that's been thrown on the floor? I was shocked when I saw how much she cut off- I should be bald!

Happy and free from hair that was weighing me down. No more buns, no more getting it caught in everything, no more getting my head stuck in bed cause Danny is laying on it.

I couldn't quite capture just how cute the cut itself is- self-portraits are not my forte. Plus this is after multiple beatings from the icy wind whipping it around while I was trying to run errands.

Phew. I feel so much better! My hair has not been this short in 10 years. I thought I would freak out when I got home- but I just love it even more!

(And Happy Birthday Bethy!)

hair part two

It happened on Sunday morning. (early afternoon)

Don't get me wrong, I love my husband with longer hair too- I just really like him with short hair!

Mostly I just think I like the change. I ask him if he likes it better, and he says "Eh."

"Eh."

Such a guy thing to say.

He also said "Don't take my picture like this!!!!!"

I said, "Don't worry, I didn't get the mullet part in the photo!"

A few weeks ago I (the stylist) chopped 3 inches off of my hair. I instantly felt better. And really, you can hardly tell. That is how crazy long my hair is right now.

(now I just need some color)

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So my husband has this long hair thing happening. He usually lets it grow out a bit, and then buzzes it all off. About every 2 months. But this time 'round, he has let it grow and grow- since last September, I think.

It's in this horrible stage, it's driving him crazy, it's driving me crazy. He has never had a hairstyle in his life, (except for that unfortunate rat tail in like the 5th grade) so he just has no idea what to do with it. He is not a comber, a gel user, a spiker, or a styler. While he works on his programming, he sticks his hands in it and pulls it all up, repeatedly. So after 30 minutes on the computer, he looks like a cousin to Kramer.

We had this wonderful conversation about it a few days ago:

danny: (in the bedroom) Hey, come and look at this curly thing I got going on on the back of my head.

me: Whoa! That's like a Farrah Faucet curl!

danny: What?

me: You know, like Charlie's Angels hair. The fan-ish curl in the front.

danny: Uh...

me: (now we are inspecting it in the bathroom mirror) I told you you had curly hair. If you were a woman, and you had long flowy hair, it would be amazing! You have amazing hair. I wish I had your hair!

danny: (still in the bathroom, me in the hallway) Like Fabio?

me: Don't you ever say that word in this house again! I mean it! (I stomp off to the bedroom)

danny: I caan't believe it's not buttah.

me: ewwww.

But seriously, he has amazing hair. It's thick and curly in a way that if it were long, (like mine) it would fall into perfect big curls with lots of body. You know, the kind of hair I have always wanted? The kind of hair I tried to have on our wedding day. (my curls fell out by the end of the ceremony.)

(the kind of hair I am raving about is kinda like her hair)