There's a time in every woman's life when she needs to take control of her spinning world. This control is grasped one of two ways: 1. She rearranges all the furniture in the house 2. She gets her hair cut.
I don't have enough furniture to rearrange so I cut my hair. After carefully looking through hundreds of pictures I found the haircut that I knew would change my life:
I showed it to Nate. I don't know why, why do I ever show him anything? His comment when he saw the picture: "You know you won't look like that don't you?"
(Sigh) I love my husband.
My aunt Becky is a stylist and was kind enough to cut it all off.
This is the most versatile mullet I've ever seen. As soon as I get out of the shower I look like a wet cocker spaniel. If I let it dry naturally I look like a muppet. Pull it up in a pony tail and Nate starts to sing the Hoo song from the Grinch who Stole Christmas. Flat iron it out and I get a nice Farrah/McGiver look.
I truly made the right decision about cutting my hair, no regrets...