Whelp, I finally did it. I chopped off all my hair.
And no, I'm playing. Chopped. All.
Friday Hans went with me to Avant Salon where they cut of 12 inches of my hair. We packaged it up and sent it off to Locks of Love. For those of you who have never heard of them, they make wigs for cancer patients to use during and after chemotherapy. I think it's a really neat organization and this is my third time donating to them.
It's a bit shorter than I wanted. I was hoping it'd still be long enough for a ponytail, but once she started adding layers it was apparent that was out of the question.
I've gotten a lot of compliments, which makes me feel a little better about it because I'm not digging it to much yet. I feel like it's poofy. And I miss how long and soft my hair was. But it's just hair... and it grows back... right?
This week -
cut, cut cut....