Before and After

So as I posted yesterday, I got my hair cut. It was actually Branden's idea. His hair was getting a bit foofy and I was struggling to do something with my long, heavy locks. With both of us having a bad hair day, he thought it would be best to head to town and get our hair cut. I should make a note now, since I was asked in my comments and also by some friends and family on facebook about if I donated my hair. Locks of Love is not in Ireland and I haven't heard of anything like it over here. Plus, they want a minimum of 10 inches and I wasn't going that drastic. There has only been one time in my life that I ever cut that much hair off and thankfully I was living in the States so I did donate it.

Anyway, there were a couple of younger hair dressers at the salon, both girls, and when I said I wanted to cut my hair (not even saying how much) they both voiced objections...isn't this what they get paid to do??? I was almost put off as they told me how nice and long it was, but thankfully, I had just published a blog with a list of my frustrations over my 'nice and long' hair which I started telling them about. Plus I let them know that my hair grows back quickly so it would get long again soon. That apparently convinced them enough and one of them finally started cutting while the other seemed to quake with every snip. Branden was in the chair next to me, since the lady who usually cuts his hair came in during the time the girls were trying to talk me out of it, and his hair was done pretty quickly. As he was sitting on the couch waiting, he was looking a bit hesitant. One of the girls asked what he thought, and he gave an uncomfortable giggle and a ,"It's looking ok..."

At this point, I was feeling fantastic! The weight of it was so much better and it already was looking healthier and smoother. She finished up, took of that cape thing, and I thought it was great! Branden even agreed and so did the 2 girls! The girls were even saying how much it seemed to suit me and just how nice and healthy it looked.

When we walked home, it was quite windy and I didn't put my hair up...but I didn't need to! It was amazing to walk in the wind and not have a tangled bird's nest of hair that would take forever to brush though! Technically it's still "long" by most standards (not mine though) but I am quite enjoying it. My head feels fabulous and I oddly find that it makes me look more my age but also younger at the same time somehow. I have no clue how that works but it just seems to. I have played with it quite a bit and I can do all sorts of fun stuff now and I don't even have to use a bajillion bobby pins to hold the weight of it up!

I am very pleased and Branden is really loving it as well. Unfortunately he's off at work so I had to try and get a shot of my new do by myself which isn't the easiest with my short arms.

So here, for a reminder, was before:

And here's the best I could do for an after:

It's about 6 inches, give or take an inch. 

Now, since I was in my bathroom, taking photos of myself, I had to attempt to be stereotypical and do that duck face shot that all the 'sexy girls' like to post of themselves on facebook:

This leads me to a Tip of the Day: STOP DOING THIS FACE! IT'S NOT ATTRACTIVE AT ALL!!

I think the only thing I managed to accentuate in that shot was my nostrils...