January 2, 2013

Not-so-new hair

Shirt: Target // Shorts: Old Navy // Sandals:  American Eagle (3 years ago)
Look.  This is what I look like when I'm warm and happy.  Nice change, huh?

I totally didn't know this before, but apparently my husband likes girls with long hair.  I use "long hair" loosely here, because this is the longest my hair has ever been.  Pretty sure it was shoulder-length when I met him.

He also likes brunettes.

I totally did know this, and it's probably one of the reasons I keep my hair highlighted blonde.
To prove him wrong.
Because I'm blonde and he likes me.  Most of the time.

So when I declared, "I'm getting my hair cut!", he was all, "Okay, but I like long hair."
And then I started to feel bad.

I mean, there's so much I can't/won't/don't do for him already.
Make him salmon, meatloaf, or tuna for dinner.
Fish with him.
Camp with him.
Hunt with him.
Go outside with him.

The least I could do is not chop 4 inches off my hair.

Plus, I was reminded (by some high school pictures) that every time I cut my hair, I hate it two days later and spend the next 18 months growing it out.


This is annoyingly embarrassing, but this is why I can't have short hair.
Because this is what it will look like.
2003 *shudder*

So I went with some layers in the front.
Sorry to those of you who were hoping for a dramatic change.
I'm not very dramatic in the looks department.

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