I’m only a few short hours from my ever-so-needed hair appointment. I have been playing hair improv and going incognito under a hat for literally weeks now. That’s what happens when you have to drive an hour to get a hair cut. Yes, an hour. And yes, he’s that good.
I think I’ve finally talked myself into taking the big plunge and cutting it all off (or at least most of it). My below the shoulders bleach blonde hair has managed to get the best of me. It’s beginning to look a little more like straw and less like hair by the day (maybe even minute at this point).
Here are a few of the shorter styles I’m looking at. Who knows, by tomorrow, I may have a huge case of cutters remorse. How exciting!