This morning (on my day off), I woke up...and thought, "go get your hair cut". I went to this little down home shop right down the street (have had some decent cuts there before), at the wee hour of 8:45am.
I think I let on to the stylist that it was okay for her to cut more off then I actually really wanted. She went at it. I kept politely saying things like, "Could you leave a little bit more, there?"....or, "do you think we could keep it a little longer?"....but I feel so bad. I don't know why--IT'S MY HAIR. But, gees. This was the first time I've ever felt so anxious in the chair at a salon.
I came with a wet head like I always do, and worried soul---and ran upstairs, plugged in my straightener, blow dried--and here you have it. It's definitely shorter then I wanted. It's definitely VERY short in the back (like...umm...you can see my neck).
I'll be waiting for it to grow out for a month or so, and then it will be just perfect.
ps: i love my green bathroom. and also, i'm not wearing my wedding rings because, remember that weird ring rash i get this time of year? ugh. yea.