Chopped

It had been tooooo long since I had gotten my hair cut. My hair was long, and annoying. I kept complaining to Chris about it. He had always wanted me to grow my hair out but I think after listening to me complain about it for over a year...he was over it.

Finally, about a month before my birthday, he told me to make an appointment and get it chopped off. I didn't waste much time. In fact, I got my hair chopped off on my birthday.FYI-I could have gotten my hair cut whenever I wanted, it just made me feel better to let Chris know I was wanting to do it and well, he is bringing home the bacon these days so I thought he should know what I was about to spend on myself. We'll just call it a birthday present to myself.

The night before I got it chopped off, Chris kept playing with my ponytail. I think he was saying goodbye. I was saying good riddance!

I was nervous because I went to someone new. But I loved her! And, I love my hair! I told/showed her the cut that I wanted but as far as the color was concerned I let her do whatever she wanted. Brave huh? I just told her I'd rather not have any blonde and she came up with this.

And now here comes picture overload. I just can't help myself.

Here is a before-

Yucky, gross, long, stringy, boring.

And a few hours later-

Shorter!

More color!

See the red?

Even toward the end of the day it still looked cute!

I will never let my hair grow long again.

Much better.

For the record, Chris likes it too! He really likes the tiny bit of red. I could go fire engine red on my head and he'd like it though. I think that's a guy thing?