Remember when we discussed the long and short of it? Oh the perils we woman face with our hair.
Initially, I opted for the long of it. I've been happily clinging onto my longer hair in hopes that one day I would love it.
I had grand plans that it would look like this:
I don't have thick hair. Nor do I have full bodied hair. It's thinner-ish. It's fine. It's blond. Friends, it wasn't workin'.
Couple that with the fact that I haven't had it colored in six months…
…and couple that with the fact that I just had a baby one month ago…
I'll admit, I was feelin' pretty drab. Pretty frumpy. Pretty…bleh.
But I'm not in the mood for drab! I'm in the mood for festive holidays and pretty blouses! I'm in the mood for red lipstick and desserts! And now that I'm healed from labor, I'm in the mood to feel fantastic!
So I did something drastic.
I scheduled an appointment with a new stylist. Then, I counted down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until our anticipated meeting. When my Mom called me Thursday morning to let me know that a tornado had just touched down in Mobile, I assured her that not even a tornado was going to stop me from making it to this hair appointment. For my sanity, this needed to happen. And it needed to happen like, yesterday
Stu is home on Christmas break, which means I headed to salon (alone!) in great anticipation that my hours there would be totally interrupted. Oh, lawdy. (I must admit, for being a farm girl, I do love me some salon time).
I left the salon with six inches less of hair and a new little natural color to boot.
I practically floated as I gracefully walked back to my car, slowly smiling and talking at strangers as I passed.
Yeah, that's right…I thought you'd notice…I just had my hair done…isn't it fantastic?
What's that? You love my hair? Oh how kind of you.
I don't know if you noticed or not, but I just had my hair done. Don't I look fresh and hip?
Okay, fine. I didn't really say those things. But I wanted to. I am a new woman! I am recharged! I am refreshed! I am ready to workout!
Well, let's not go totally crazy here. I'll maybe wait on the workout for a few more days. At least until after I eat this two pound block of Kerrygold Dubliner cheese that is currently sitting in my refrigerator.
What? Don't judge. It's Christmas. Christmas begs for delicious cheese.
I wish I had a fabulous picture of my new locks to show you, but such is life behind the lens. Cause when you're behind the lens, it's hard to be in front of it. You know what I'm sayin'?
So until I can get a decent picture, just assume I look exactly like this:
I must admit, I think short is better. It makes me feel saucy. And perky. And womanly. Plus, it's taking me an average of 20 seconds to fix in the morning, which means messy buns are no longer.
Take that, sloppy hairstyle!
The long and short of it, which originally became the long of it, has now become the short of it.
And it's allllll good.