Hair (not knitting)

I hate getting my hair cut. I always have, probably because when it came to hairstyles as a kid/teen, my vote didn't much count. ("While you live in my house..." or more often, "No! You'll look like your mother.") Probably had something to do with me leaving home so early. So, as soon as I could. I started growing my hair long, plain out of spite. Years later, I ditched the spite, but still drag my feet. I bump an appointment off a week, then poof! another six months go by.

Then, I read Jess' post last week. Time to get off my lazy end and go from this:



To this:



See how much happier I look?

Thanks, Jess.