We've had a busy weekend here in the NATUI household. House guests, birthday parties, ballet practice. Lots of fun overall.
As we had a bit of childcare this weekend, Hubbie and I did what any hotblooded married couple would do. We ran off to get our hair cut.
Him? Because he has to wear a suit to work and he was starting to look like a Q-tip. Or an orange on a toothpick, if you are so inclined.
Me? Because I couldn't run a comb through my hair anymore.
That's how I know I need a haircut. After months and months pulled back in a ponytail, the dead ends just kind of take over, and I finally go and get an inch or two chopped off.
Not so this time. Lopped off is more like it. I am tired of reading all over the blogosphere that scrunchies aren't where it's at anymore. (I still want to know what the hell else am I supposed to use to tie my hair back).
I thought I should get something summery. Something that I could actually style. If hell froze over and I needed to, that is.
So I told the lovely woman over at Cheap-Haircuts-A-Million to take it off about an inch above my shoulders.
Maybe I should have used the metric system because she obviously didn't know what an inch was.
If you didn't know me so well, you wouldn't even look twice.
Wait A Minute!
I see the telltale scrunchie, but where is all that ratty hair?
Holy shears, Batgirl! That is some serious cuttage!! An inch my ass!!
The result? I do like it. But it is short. For me, it is short. Hubbie can't find me in a parking lot anymore. LittleBird loved to fluff it for about two hours. Then she asked if I could put my ponytail back in.
I am sure in a few more days she will scarcely remember what it looked like before.
But at least I can keep using my scrunchie until then.