Remember back in June when I was desperate for a haircut?
Seven inches later, this is the look I'm sporting now...
ironically, it wasn't until I just looked at these pictures that I realized I am wearing
I'm not sure how I feel about it. On one hand my hairdresser, Tara, did an amazing job with the actual cut. It feels light and oh-so-healthy (farewell dead ends!).
On the other hand it's short. Really short. Like so short, I don't even know how to style it yet. I can't pull it back in a ponytail, and when I finally do, there are so many bobby pins it would be an airport security nightmare.
My long hair made me feel sexy and fabulous. I felt powerful. I walked taller.
This kind of makes me feel very... married. With three kids. And mom jeans. Keds anyone?
I think if I give it a little more time, I will get used to it, but the sudden change of 7 inches takes some getting used to. In the meantime I'm seriously contemplating a wig. Or maybe I should bust out my white girl weave again.
Always & Forever,