If you know me in real life, all this hair cutting business is a BIG deal. I've had really long hair for quite some time. When you're a girl who is firmly planted in a size category of double digits, hair can sometimes become a security blanket. It was absolutely, positively like my woobie. Soft and comfortable and safe. And dirty and disgusting and worse for the wear.
So, I cut it off. A reverse graduated bob. Layered within an inch of it's life.
Wow. I'm amazing with that camera, huh? I cut off the entire top of my head in this picture. AWESOME. Oh well. Either way, you definitely get the idea. (I think it looks better in person. Just so ya know.)
After I got home from "The Great Cut of 2011", I felt in love with it. LOVE, folks. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I kept looking in the mirror. I played with my hair incessantly. Two peas in a pod... me and my purdy hair.
Then, I went to bed. And I cried a little. Okay. A lot. What in the hell was I thinking?!
Oh yeah. I was thinking that I desperately needed a change. I needed to be different. I needed to break free from the security blanket and do something a tiny bit daring. So I did.
This morning, there were no more tears. Instead, there was just, "Good morning, purdy, crazy, curly hair. I love you."