My hair went from "long" to "doesn't get her hair cut for religious reasons" over night it seemed. I realized it had gotten too long when I took a picture of it at work to show Valerie how long it was... And then called to get an appointment to chop it off the next day.
I went to a new hair person (as I do pretty much every time I get my hair cut since I typically go to the first place that can squeeze me in) and she was quite the bossy hair lady. Jeff refers to her as Hair Hitler, and I think that name is quite fitting. This cut isn't exactly what I had in mind, but HH didn't care. Or ask. She did what she wanted. Oh well. It's nice that I'm no longer carrying around 10 extra pounds of hair on my head!
PS my new 'do looks better when I straighten it than it does when I just wear it as-is upon waking up as seen above!
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