Cut my hair today...cut it, really cut it.
I know that won't mean squat to most of you, but if you've ever had long hair, and then cut it, it's a traumatic experience.
So, as I sat in the chair for my regular little tiny trim where nobody can really tell I even got it cut, I said, "CUT IT. CUT IT TO HERE! MAKE ME CUTE!"
I worried as I sat there wondering what my husband would think. I worried about what "they've" said about people over 40 holding on to their long hair and looking terrible. I wondered if I've looked "terrible" and just not known it.
I worried that shorter hair will make my face look even pudgier (word?), if that's possible.
But, when she was all finished, I looked in the mirror (I hadn't looked while she did it) and decided I was, maybe cute. And then I decided that I worry too much about stupid stuff...particularly what other people might think.
But, if you're a regular visitor of my blog, you already knew that.
Blessings!
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4 comments:
My hair is shorter now than ever. You will see that tomorrow at church.
Best of luck on the new hair and the husband thing…
I saw your haircut...and Brady's. I thought you both looked good. So don't worry about it and enjoy your new hair do. :)
I'm with the mayor. You both looked cute. (James thought you were "beautiful.")
I'm just happy I still have hair to cut!
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