Under The Knife

My hair went under the knife today.

I was going to let it grow out, I really was.

I kept imagining myself on the beach this summer, my hair wavy and long. I could see it blowing in the wind, I could see it in a cute bun, I could see...endless scenarious, really.

However, the myths are true.

Once you go short, you don't go back!

At first the feat of growing it out doesn't seem too bad.

Then it gets to the awkward stage--weird grown out layers and a completely ridiculous cowlick in the back.

That's when you have to decide if you're in it for the long haul.

I was not. At all. It had to go.

Pronto.

I wanted my cute angled bob back, stat!

So off I went today, picture and description in hand of what I was looking/hoping/dreaming to have.

And usually, my stylist gets it just right. Better than my hopes, even.

Oh...not today.

Don't get me wrong, it doesn't look bad. It's cute.

What I was looking/hoping/dreaming to have?

Not so much.

It's not my cute bouncy angled bob.

It's more like chin length all the way around my round head.

On the brighter side of things, no more cowlick or grown out layers!