After years, and I mean years, of long hair I took the plunge and cut it short. I was nervous. The last time I had a cut which was more substantial than a trim I ended up spending a large portion of high school looking like a mushroom and not a cute one. But on Sunday I saw a picture of a haircut I liked on Oprah.com (it was my first time on that sight - I promise). My last trim was in October, so it really was time - yes that's nine months and no that's not the longest I've gone between clips.
So, Monday morning I barged into work, looked up the picure on the computer and showed it to my co-worker Erica, who cuts the hair of all who know her. "What do you think? Will it look good?" I asked. I was skeptical and have no talent for imagining what a haircut will look like on a person. She promised me it would and agreed to cut it.
One day and a lunch hour later and here I am with short hair. When she asked me what I thought all I could say was "it's really short." A few hours later, hours in which I've caught quick glimpses of myself, stared at my reflection for long minutes, showered and added gel to my hair to see what it would look like without a bunch of tousling (obssess much?) I've decided I like it.
It may be shorter than I was going for, but the shape is great. It's going to be super easy to do, and it's super cute! I'm also going to grab some pomade, putty whatever it's called and see how sassy I can get it. Thanks Erica for a great cut and taking a chance on a girl with curls.
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