Hair cuts are a big deal in my house.
Okay that's a lie.
Mr. Right shaves his head on a regular basis with no drama.
Hair cuts are a big deal to me.
Having always had self esteem issues, I always had my hair to fall back on. I can objectively say I have pretty hair. It is not of my doing, just a blessing of God. I inherited it from my father. Well his side of the family at least. At this point his hair is pretty non-existent.
My sister got my mother's hair. Dry, course, and difficult to manage.
Mine is thick, wavy (but can be easily straightened), and greasy. I should thank God every day for that grease. I don't, but I should.
And I freak out when that hair doesn't suit me. Many a time I have tried fixing my hair the day after a cut only to throw a temper tantrum and beat my hair brush against the cabinet. Seriously. My hair is a big deal.
About a year ago, I had the worst. cut. ever. Seriously. I wanted to dye my hair my natural color, instead it was jet black. Then she went to town "texturizing" my hair. I swear the top layer was about an inch long. Okay maybe not but that's how it felt like.
I walked out looking like Elvira. Without the big boobs.
I cried for at least a week on that one.
Even today I cringe when I have to look at old pictures of it. This was in April, after it had 4 months to grow out.
The top way too short, and the bottom still way too long. Never mind the frizz, please.
I looked for a recent picture of me to show you the "before" of today's cut. Only apparently I haven't taken any pictures in a long time.
I'm not a long hair girl. I've always admired the chicks who can do long hair well. I just don't have the patience for it. For the wedding, though, I wanted to wear my hair back. Mr. Right loves my hair in a ponytail (go figure). So I grew it out. Otherwise, I would have cut that mess off back last winter after the bad cut.
So this "before" is from September. The basic cut is the same, but I'd say the overall length is a couple inches longer.
T-minus 1 hour, 18 minutes and counting.
If you don't hear back from me this week...you know it was bad.