I chopped all of my hair off! I'm not quite Sinead O'Conner, but it's the shortest I've ever had it! I got it done last tuesday, and I've loved it so far.
It's a ton of fun and I think it's way cute, even though it's a lot shorter than I originally wanted. I went to my normal hair lady to get it cut, since she's been doing my hair for almost a year now, it seemed like a no brainer, right? Hah. I described to her my vision and she agreed that it would look nice with my face shape, etc, and her excitement washed away all of my doubts and fears.
We chatted over the sound of snipping, and when all was set and blow-dried, I looked in the mirror and... wanted to cry.
I was a mushroom.
So, I carefully explained that this was not exactly the cut I was looking for, and could she add more layers or something? So she thinned the front ends a bit, and I was a skinnier mushroom. So, gulping, I said thank you and left. I went back to my office and moped to the girls about my hair, so Irish sent me to her stylist that night...
Curren and I drove to Potomac Mills Mall, and I showed up at Bubbles Salon (not a comforting name, no matter how much I enjoyed them as a child) at 6:45 to speak with Katherine about the dismal state of my hair. I'd been brave enough to cut off 8 inches that morning, I told her, but I didn't know how much braver I could be. She assured me it would be great, so I went for it.
About an hour later, I sat beaming in her chair, no longer a mushroom, but a sleek bobbbed woman. With a very cold neck.
Who knew there were breezes in the mall?
1 comment:
love love love your hair! I'm sorry about the mushroom thing. I swear that always happens! But it looks good that short. Any longer and it wouldn't have looked as chic!
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