The Hair cut

I am a Hair Stylist's worst nightmare. I HATE getting my hair cut. I never can get it done how I want it...so I wait FOREVER for it to grow back in, and think and think (and think and think some more) about what I want to do with my hair.

I grew up in a community where women DID NOT get their hair cut....EVER. Not to cut off the dead ends. Not to even it out. Not to thin it. NEVER. It didn't matter how it lay...because it was never down...it was always worn up, in a bun, so seeing those beautiful waves (or not) was not an issue.

I got my first hair cut in college...or was that after college? I don't remember any more. I just know that it was TRAUMATIC. All I did at that point was get the dead ends cut off. At that point, there were something like 20+ years of split, dead ends.

So, every time I get it cut, it takes me a while to work up the nerve to do it again. While we were in MT, I got my hair cut about every six to nine months. The last time I got my hair cut was in October, last year, while we were still in Montana.

Saturday, between running kids to baseball games, I bit the bullet and got my hair cut.

Obviously, I am not so good at the self-portraits yet.

So, there is my new haircut...which, if left to its own devices, will look like an 80s hairdo, minus the hair spray.

I am not sure I like it, but there it is, in all its glory...