I hate(d) my hair. Hated it.
It was long and fuzzy. It made me feel frumpy.
We were so busy the summer of 2009, that I missed several hair appointments. It was still what I would consider "manageable" for quite a while. When it got long enough that I no longer liked it, I decided that I should let it grow long enough to donate to Locks of Love. Here we are, two years later. Two Years. (ok, maybe 22 months.)
I never like the way it looked long, and frankly, never really put any time into it. Call me lazy, I like to sleep. I ended up wearing it three ways basically:
The front pulled back in a barrette.
The front pulled back in a clip.
The easiest? All of it up in a clip. The bummer? I was always losing the clips.
Finally, after measuring multiple times, my hair was the required 10" for donation.
Last night, after my shower, I put it in two braids, and Elizabeth cut it OFF! (she thought she was entitled after I cut hers)
My two little pony tails, measuring just over 10"
Elizabeth was so funny. Holding the scissors, and getting ready to cut, she said: "I'm afraid I'm going to mess it up." "Oh, honey" I said, "Don't worry about that, I have a hair appointment tomorrow!"
My new, very short cut!
If I ever want it to look like this again, I'm going to have to buy a straight iron...
After posting these photos, I realized three things:
1. I need to show the kids how to use the camera.
2. I need to wear some makeup.
3. Kimberly really does make me look my best!