Got my hair cut. Chopped over 7 inches off, and got a little color added too- I wasn’t thinking so red, but that’s what happens when you tell the colorist to do whatever she wants. It’s stripey and funky and I think I like it- it’s festive! It’s supposed to be a three-tier copper- dark underneath, a bright penny color in the middle, and a more muted shade on top. We’ll see if I look like Bozo outside tomorrow… Besides, I’ve been blonde, like, forever.
I can handle anything for color, as long as the cut is good- and this is a good cut. I haven’t gone this short since before Jeffrey was born- maybe since high school- I dunno. Last time I went to this salon, she did exactly what I wanted, and so I trusted her this time to take me shorter- She said my hair grows over 2″ a month, based on the lines of my previous cut- so even if I get nervous about being so short, my head will, apparently, make endless hair. Whoo hoo!
It should be fun to see what the kids think in the morning. Oh, and I am looking down to the right in the picture, while my left hand holds the camera. That’s only half my hair. (Are you proud of me, Mo?!)