It’s done. My stylist talked me into going shorter than Jen’s hair to have more of a change, and I talked her into more bangs than she wanted to do. She has been cutting my hair for nearly a decade, so we trust each other. Not to mention I am kind of having a mid-life crisis (let’s not forget I turn 38 this month), so I kind of don’t give a crap. Except that I kind of do, and I kind of freaked out the whole way home.
What do you think? Huh? Huh? HUH?
I am thinking I will like it more when it grows in a bit, that I did indeed go a tad too short. And probably a BMW would be way more fun for a mid-life crisis.
But let me know what you think. And then I will stop yapping about it.