Rockin' Hair

In mid-November I was due for a haircut. I ended up canceling my appointment because Shadow showed up on our doorstep and I instead spent the day trying to find him a home and suckering my parents into providing said home. I never really got around to rescheduling because the place where I went would likely have charged me since I didn't cancel 24 hours ahead of time and, honestly, I was growing tired of the one hairstyle that my stylist would ever give me, no matter how I might ask for her to try something different. And so it was that I began growing out my hair.

It seems that every three or four years I do this. I grow out my hair, for whatever reason, deluding myself into thinking that I will look ok just throwing it back in a ponytail or what have you and hey! It's easier, right? Well, it definitely was easier, but I always seem to forget the headaches verging on migraines that come with longer hair. Especially if it's up (which it has to be because my hair will never be that gorgeous straight long hair that looks awesome when left down.)

This afternoon while I was out and about running to the post office and to pick something up at my sister's, I finally decided that I was done with my hair. Done with the headaches. Done, done done. And while I was slightly sad that my half-baked idea of a Locks of Love donation wouldn't happen (cause there's no way the headaches would be manageable for the time it would've taken to get 10 inches grown out), I am loving the new look.

It's been a long time since I've had a haircut I really liked.

We'll see if I still love it when I have to do it myself tomorrow.