So. I cut my hair.
After our trek to Arizona two weeks ago, I decided that once and for all I was done with long hair. Who wouldn't after a twelve hour marathon at the airport, feeling greasy and nasty, and then dancing it up at a wedding reception and having it look a mess by the end?
So when we got home, I decided it had to go.
Right after the girl chopped it, I LOVED it. I thought I looked so fab and chic. Until the next day when I tried to style it by myself and it didn't look so fab and chic.
Hence, why I didn't rush to my camera to make Ian take photos of my new hair from every angle because I was so not happy. What was I thinking? Just because of one bad hair day it doesn't mean I had to go hack it all off. Now I looked like a middle age woman with a momcut.
A little dramatic? Maybe. Because after some experimenting, I figured out that it looks great when it's straight, but also great when I take a strategic combination of the flat iron and the curling iron to it for some easy, breezy, effortless-looking curls.
All in all, I'm getting used to it. I love that I can drive in the car with the windows down and not care about messing it up. I also love that it dries so much quicker so that I can immediately fry it with all the hot tools. I also think it looks fuller and thicker when it's short.
Maybe I was just in a good mood because Sunday was absolutely GORGEOUS! And I got to wear shorts!
Do you ever experience hair-cutting remorse? Tell me about your worst haircut....maybe I'll tell you about mine in an upcoming post...