I'd been thinking about it for a while, but I decided yesterday to just call up my stylist and see if she was available after work. She was! And she got to gleefully cut off most of my hair! Evidence of my hair previous to yesterday -
My hair the last time I visited Shine in June! Yes, my stylist's name is Shine. And my hair was halfway down my back when I went in yesterday.
NOW MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE THIS:
I haven't had my hair short since high school, when I thought Gwyneth Paltrow was bomb and I got her haircut from Sliding Doors. About ten or eleven years ago. Since then it's been long, long, long. When I went in, I basically just said I wanted a bob with some sass to it. Little bit of an angle. But long enough so you don't have to shave anything on the nape of my neck. She was a bit hesitant when she started cutting - she was like, "Now, I'm going to be cutting a lot of length, so don't be alarmed." No worries, I said. Chop it off! Get rid of it! I'm sick of it! Voila!
My hair feels great. Literally, a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm stoked for le new deux. What do you think?!