It was quite the experience. I patiently waited at the hairdresser's while my friend Bee got her hair cut first. The stylist then turned to me and casually asked how I would like my hair cut.
"Well," I said. "I need to explain first..."
Up until that point, my hair was rolled up into a bun, held by a heavy-duty tortoise clip. I unclipped the hair and it came tumbling down. The stylist gasped. The other stylist, and the woman he was styling, both turned and gasped. They stared for minutes.
It was awesome, and also kind of sad; I confess I've always loved the reactions to the length of my hair, and I will miss that. Strangers used to come up and tell me how much they loved the long hair. My favourites were the older women who would smile wistfully and tell me they remember their mothers and grandmothers having hair so long, and how they would watch them brush it and then pin it up.
Oh yes, I will miss that, but still aren't regretting the decision.
The stylist was amazing. She very carefully cut my braid off (which I have here with me, and will send off as soon as I fill out the accompanying form) and she very attentively listened to what I said I wanted ("Errr... something with layers? Maybe?") In the end, I adore the final cut!
Would y'all like to see the before/after shots?
A before shot; look, all the way down to my knees!
A front view! (y'all can ignore the glamorous bedroom behind me)
A side view!
And finally..... the new 'do! (the tarted-up look is due to the bachelorette party I was about to go to. I don't usually keep my breasts somewhere in the vicinity of my neck). This is also thanks to the stylist blow-drying it and flattening it. Now that I've washed it and let it dry as nature intended, it curled right up. I'll post photos of that too, eventually.
