Less than 24 hours ago the last thing on my mind was cutting my hair. I was comfortable with the length (a few inches below my shoulder) and relatively pleased with my now fading highlights. That all changed when my husband asked: “Are you thinking about cutting it all off again? It looks really cute when I can see your ears.”
What? See my ears? Was he hitting the cough syrup behind my back? Of course, once he put the thought out there in the universe — I couldn’t let it go. I conducted a non scientific poll of all those residing in my house (spouse, sons, dogs, skipped the dwarf frogs because I don’t trust their feedback). Results were mixed. I then scoured the internet, printed off a dozen pictures of hot hair trends. Took a second poll. I had my answer. The only one left uncertain was me.
You know how this story ends, right? I’m now sporting a shorter cut. I didn’t go the pixie route (which my husband favors), but rather a pretty standard bob. Similar to the headshot above. It feels great, healthy and lighter. Check back later this week, I might post a picture. Oops, I should probably think of some better incentive than a chance to see my picture.