My hair had gotten to midback, and on Friday night it got pinned so badly beneath my husband that I cried while we tried to untangle because he didn’t wake up right away.
Plus I’m feeling awful… awful about my finances, awful about my mental health, awful about how much work I’m getting done and how much writing I’m doing.
Which, isn’t that when you get a make over?
I’m not so good at being girly, and since I work for family and need to look professional I should probably NOT dye my hair.
So I cut it all off instead.
And by ‘I’, I mean my husband did. He knelt in the bathtub while I sat on the lip and cut it straight across in the back. It was cold and windy out, so we did it in the bathroom.
When he was done there was enough lying on the porcelain to crochet a small dog.
Because we cut it straight with it all brushed back, the front is just a tad longer than the back, but it’s all just long enough to tie back into a ponytail and keep out of my face.
Do I have pictures?
Of course not, and I just washed it and am sitting in my PJs while I write the week’s blog posts, so no photos tonight.
But it feels a world lighter, and it just brushes my shoulders.
It won’t improve what I’m stressed about.
But it will keep me from waking up to my husband rolling on top of it!