I guess I finally had it with my hair, because today is the day it got the axe. Or the scissor.
To be honest, I don’t know how I feel about it yet. There is a mixture of regret and liberation going on right now. I never wore it down because I thought it looked terrible, but it did look cute up. And I took FOREVER to grow it out and went through some very painful growing stages to get it where it was. It doesn’t help that the man has said absolutely nothing about it, despite being home all day. BUT I feel better now that I’ve cut it.
prepare for some super awful self photography. It’s hard to hold the big DSLR and snap a shot, and apparently I even feel awkward when I’m the one taking the picture.
quit stalling, Tara
I’m pretty sure my hair was actually longer than it looks in this picture, I just didn’t take a very good shot…
deceptive post-cut picture. bet you can’t tell I cut it!!
whoops, where’d my hair go??
I left my bangs their previous length and want to still grow them out more, so in the meantime they will be clipped away along with a little more leftover layers from my long hair. good grief, when did I get so friggin old?
there you have it. probably the most exciting thing to happen here today.