This past Friday, the 13th, I took a plunge. I walked through the salon doors and got my hair chopped.
I am an odd person when it comes to my hair. I am not a fashionista at all. So hair styling has never been a big deal. I get the urge to get it cut and then it usually goes away. Case in point: I spoke with the stylist to find out the last time I was in to see her was October 2010. That means, I got it cut just in time for my hubby to return from deployment and then it grew unchecked through a pregnancy, birth, and nearly 4 months of a new life.
It was a lot of hair, and a lot of time - the entire chunk of time missing from this blog. But now I get to start off fresh and short.
I guess the good thing is that the cut did not turn out a disaster given the date.
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