For those who have experienced my mane, you know that it is thick as all get out. And for the small percentage of you that experienced the Great Cut of 2007*, you know that I take cutting my hair VERY seriously.
So, with my photos of my body doubles Heidi Klum and Brooklyn Decker, I headed to the salon. I made my stylist promise me that doing this would be a great idea. Basically made her swear on her child's name and give me a DNA sample.
Anyhow, 40 mins later (full of a million second guesses, several small panic attacks and a handful of tears) it was over. Did I do the wright thing? Was this the end of my social summer before it even started?
The weekend following was a roller coaster of emotions. I loved it...then hated it when I couldn't pull it up. Everyone seemed to love it...or so they said. Granted, most people didn't realize that I even cut my hair. Apparently I wear my hair up...ALOT! It took a couple showers to realize I didn't need a huge blob of shampoo, conditioner or smoothing creme. I even managed to recreate the post salon look a time or two.
So, end result....I LOVE IT! Seriously, when I look at the photos of Brooklyn and Heidi--it's basically the same cut--EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!! How often does that happen? I'm even going in for a trim in a few weeks to keep the short look up. Who'da thought?
**There are few documented photos of this horrendous event. Any found should be burned and the ashes burned and buried---DEEP. Being anti social for 6 months keeps photos from a minimum. Folks, it was baaaad!
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