Bad day to have a hair appointment, no?
I have been humming and hawing about a change for months now but when push comes to shove, I have not gone the change route.
Yesterday was no different, I stuck with the same colour and when she started cutting, we discussed going shorter.
FYI, my stylist is also Jay's stylist. She has been our stylist for years (lots of years). She knows Jay. Jay likes my hair long.
You see the issue right?
We decided that we would do it next time, you know to prepare Jay. So instead she trimmed off an extra inch.
I am liking it. That extra inch gave is some gusto. My hair is curly, yes, but also loses it's oommph really easily. It needs to be washed to get back it's mojo and since doing that more than once a day is in the "it will happen when hell freezes over" category, well, this is really something to make my day.
Related: there is a bottle of my Dad's best white wine chilling for later.
These yahoos were home for lunch when I set up the old tripod to take the pictures. They were a big help, can you tell?
This was seconds before I herded them out the door and back to school already for the love of all that is holy and good in the world.
Ah, much better.
So, you know you want to know Jay's response when I broke the news that I was cutting much more of my hair off next time.
It went something like this:
Me: So Kristy and I decided we are chopping it next time.
Jay: *crickets accompanied by dumbfounded look of pure confusion*
Me: I need a change! I have had my hair in this style for years. YEARS!
Jay: If you need a change, why don't you get implants?
Me: That will happen when monkeys fly out of my butt.
Okay so I modified that conversation slightly for the sake of humour but he really did say implants. I think that goes to show you the lengths (snort!) he will go to keep my hair long.
He is just lucky I didn't come home with pink buzz.