the one where the lies were told

remember when i said i only get my hair cut once a year?

well, i lied. 

after a year of trying to deal with the aftermath of my

blonde ambition last summer, and after three years of 

hearing how good my hair looked on our honeymoon, 

i finally embraced short hair (again).

this is the best cut i've had in years.

the woman who cut it is a genius.

p.s. it looks better in real life:)

let it grow, let it grow, let it grow

new haircut (place). 

 

i wimped out of short hair. again. 

it's just that...i love it on everyone else. but not on me. 

yes, even if it looks better on me.

i don't care. i want long hair. 

so....i got a trim. exciting, huh?

but, i really like this new place i went to. 

maybe even enough to make it my yearly haircut place.

no, i know, you're supposed to get a haircut like twice a year.

but i don't. cause i'm crazy like that. :P

isn't this place cute?

and they had coffee.

'nuff said.

now i just need it to grow...