On the 26th of September I decided that I needed a haircut. I was contemplating dying my hair bright pink… or red… or a combination of pink and blue… but in the end I decided on a cut.
This was my hair on the morning of September 27th. Long, dark, straight, with long bangs.
We cut off the pile of hair pictured above.
This is what my hair looked like after.
I am personally in love with it. Short hair is my favorite, especially in the age of clip in extensions. I love how easy it is to fix it, and leave. I don’t have to spend an hour actually styling my hair.
Husband had a very different idea of my hair thought.
Hubs was upset to say the least. This is his “annoyed/glaring/what the heck is my wife taking pictures of” face.. which is very appropriate to how he felt about my hair.
He’s gotten a little better about it, and hasn’t mentioned the emotional damage I’ve caused him by cutting off my hair.
Sorry Husband. It’s just hair. It’ll grow back. For now, I’ll enjoy my short, easy cut!