Perhaps a reason I've been hesitant to post any blogs recently is that I always like to include pictures, and I'm in no mood to include pictures of myself as of late.
You see, I had an epiphany about a week ago to get a fun haircut. I had a clear idea of what I wanted, but I had a hard time articulating it to my stylist. I got there and noticed right off the bat the she had a FANTASTIC cut! Hip and fun and really cute. It wasn't until about halfway through my haircut that it occurred to me that she probably doesn't cut her own hair. (I should have asked her who cut hers.)
The idea was to have fun layers while keeping enough length to pull back into a stubby ponytail after Ryan's born. I was late to get the boys, so I didn't have her style it. Big mistake. After I got home and dried it I realized that I ended up with some sort of MULLET! It was a mushroom on top and then really long in the back. I had to go to church the next day so I grabbed some scissors and a mirror and started hacking at it myself. I know we're in the Sumterville branch and I'm not terribly worried about fashion and all, but I have to draw the line when it comes to mullets.
It's passable until Mom comes. She can fix it. She can do anything. I should have gone to Alison, but it was a spur of the moment thing and she's so booked. Oh well, it grows back, right? Well, not for Dad, but for the rest of us.
