I’ve been meaning to get my hair cut for months. 10 months, to be exact. I even planned to get my hair cut two weeks ago, so I posted this before pic on Instagram in preparation, but I ended up postponing it.
That’s some long hair and some fried ends. I shouldn’t have waited that long, but I think I got really attached to the length.
So I knew I would have to lose some length, but not as much as my hairdresser ended up taking off.
I almost cried. (I didn’t, but I whined a lot to Will.)
I like it now (it’s very light and unfussy and low-maintenance, I just have to wash and go), but I do miss the length and my curling wand waves. But it’s hair, it will grow back. Eventually.