Saturday afternoon I sat nervously at the hairdressers.
I’m not sure why I was so nervous it wasn’t like I haven’t has short hair before. I cut it all off my senior year of high school and didn’t start growing it out until about 6 years ago. But as anyone who’s grown out short hair before, you get attached. You just do. Plus I’ve had longer hair since starting this blog and losing the weight so in a weird way the short hair represents "old Roni" but I digress.
Anyway here’s a short pictorial of my salon adventure.
Let me tell you my hairdresser, Christina, had NO mercy. I sat in her chair and she said are you sure… I said yup.. and Snip! My hair was gone!
Little guy came with me, of course. He was having fun snapping photos of the process.
Although he did get a little bored. :)
I love it!
No.. really I do.
Honestly, I don’t even miss it. It’s so weird. I feel like this is just the way my hair is suppose to be. The way I see it if I want long hair I can throw on a wig but day to day I want to be able to wash and go. I’m not cut out for a lot of hygiene overhead. If that makes any sense.
Besides my hair adventure the weekend was jam packed with fun! Little Guy had sports games. I caught up with an old friend and saw Robin Hood. This morning started with a run before I prepared to host poker night which… I won! Lunches are made. Fridge is filled with fresh veggies from the farm stand. AND it was warm enough to spend some time outside to run in sprinkles and catch some bugs.
I’m ready to start this week! How about you?