I’m quite impulsive and impatient. When I get an idea in my head, it needs to happen immediately… like the urge to cut my hair.
I’ve been growing my hair out ever since I got pregnant. And it was short… like really really short. And then it got long. Like really really long. Like longer than I’ve ever had it in my entire life. I tried to challenge myself to let it grow really long and I accomplished that. I went almost 3 years without cutting it short. That’s a huge record for me.
Today, however, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much hair. It was either in my way or up in a messy bun. I missed having hair that I could let down and it not be a complete nuisance. I also missed my curly hair. It was slowly disappearing because of the weight of all that dang hair.
So here is the before (complete with funny face):
And the after…
Not too short, but shoulder length is perfect for now. The best part? It cost nothing. I cut it myself. I like it. The curls and waves are starting to bounce back already.
Next impulsive behavior may be hair color… I will still stick to the red family, but I’m considering either more copper or more burgundy. Let’s see what happens…