I got tangled up in my hair one time too many yesterday; I grabbed a pair of scissors and chopped off about 12 or more inches!
I woke up this morning missing my hair.
I mean, okay, it was down to my butt, and it's still about bra strap length. I'm a little sad to see it go though.
On the plus side, it sure was a whole lot easier to get ready for work this morning without having to wrestle all of that hair into some semblance of order.
And it is some consolation that my partner absolutely adores my new look. Maybe in a few days I'll be settled into this new life with shorter hair. (I hope!)
I just needed to vent for a moment. Thank you for listening.
