Sometimes I think the inability to see without glasses is a true and wonderful blessing. I'm never nervous during a hair cut - even those that might fit into the radical category - because it's just pointless. I can't see. I have no control. Might as well relax and enjoy the downtime! I have to admit, however, that this time was just a little different.
I throw out the term "chop" with some regularity when discussing the art of hair styling. But never have I really felt it to be an accurate description of what is occurring. But yesterday, Christian chopped my hair. I swear to God he did. The sound was very, very disturbing and slightly anxiety-inducing. Today, however, I am a contented member of "the end justifies the means"camp of hair cutting. Because I love, love my hair!
Below is a pic post-cut (and post-anxiety attack!) with friend Alicia who I dragged along for the experience. You can't see the back - which is my favorite - but you get the general idea:)
6 comments:
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Thanks and right back at ya!:)
All you short haired girls are making me want to make some changes to my own do. It's happened before, so good chance it could happen again.
Uhmm...which one are you?
Love the new du!! It frames your face so nice. I am excited that you rediscovered my blog and I got to check yours out. We def need to get together soon.
I got to see it personally. VERY beautiful....but you were just as beautiful before the cut too. Either way, i like it! But you can change your hair as much as you want, your smile is still what looks best on you. Keep the smile on! If you do, i assure you noone will notice the hair regardless!
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