Some observant readers noticed my haircut back when I said farewell, so today I came back to give you the skinny on my new do. For this go around, I actually blow dried it. With a round brush and everything. Then I put on some makeup.
With such a drastic change from my wedding photographs, I wanted to update all of my social media profiles with a fresh photo. I coerced Lambster into snapping a few head shots so that I could hem and haw about how none of them really look like me, why my left eye is so squinty, and if I should start wearing darker lipstick.
People keep asking me if I was sick of my long hair. The truth is that I'm just not a hair person. I'm not the girl who spent an hour blow drying and curling it through high school. I'm the girl who throws it all in a pony tail. Short hair has it's perks. Like using less shampoo. Hair just doesn't matter that much to me. So about a month ago, I walked into a salon, sat in the chair of a stylist I'd never met, and told her to just cut 12" inches off. Lamma-ramma-ding-dong came home from work and after 10 minutes of talking about his day at work, finally noticed and said, "What did you do to your hair?" A real romantic no?
This wasn't my first covert hair cut. When I studied abroad, I cut my hair right before coming home without telling anyone. Then later, I cut it again after moving to the beach. I've donated all three ponytails to Locks of Love. To me, it's not really about a post wedding chop, shocking people, or preferring a certain length of hair. It's about participating in a circle of giving that costs me nothing and means everything to a child.
Are you a hair person? Have you donated hair for a cause?
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