This is what I looked like when I left the house this morning.
And this is what I looked like when I got home.
(Well, after a shower. There was a lot of crap product in my hair after the stylist spent about 20 minutes making it look all poofy. I’m not really a poofy kind of gal. Also, if your client tells you she’s going to wear the hair OFF the face, don’t waste your time and energy blowing it INTO the face. Ah, I see my bangs need a little more training.)
I’m sorry all you long hair enthusiasts. I just couldn’t take it any more. It was driving me c-r-a-z-y. The hair was always on the back of my neck or in my face and so heavy all the time. Sometimes it stayed wet ALL day. It only looked good for about 5 minutes after I brushed it, so I either spent the day brushing it every 5 minutes or wearing it clipped up in the back or in a pony tail.
I LOVE my new hair. I feel so much taller.
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I love that haircut!!! Beautiful! (I so relate to the long heavy hair doldrums!)
Holy crap! It’s cute. It needs to be an inappropriate color. It’s begging for it.
Love it! And kudos for having the guts to just GO FOR IT! I want to be there, but I’m not quite yet… It looks great on you and I’m sure it feels fantastic!
I secnd the inappropriate hair color suggestion. I recommend hot pink!
Waa! I love it! :) I did something similar this year, though I went at it in increments. It’s finally short enough to look cute in hats and long enough to play with. Huzzah!
Rock that short hair!
FANTASTIC! What a great feeling that must be.
I’m so close to doing that myself! It looks great!
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