That picture of me...down below this post...the one where I'd been crying all day from the funeral, and also from the flat and stringy hair....
It helped me to decide.
I decided to cut my hair.
I didn't cut it, myself. I had a coupon, you see. I had it cut by several inches, and a lot of layers added. It still goes down to the center of my back, but it doesn't hit my waist. It's so light now, that I think I maybe lost a few pounds from the hair alone. I wonder if I'll save money on hair product now?
I have a style now.
I thought you should know.
4 comments:
Really? Because you don't sound traumatized at all... and I thought it would be traumatic for you to cut it...
I want to see a picture.
I think nothing feels better in all the world than a freshly cut head of hair. (Well, okay, that feels better, but we're not talking about that here, are we?)
I will mourn the loss of your locks. Someday, you will too will realize the loss.
sniff, sniff....
You're going to make me cry, KJP!
It's still down to the center of my back...so it's not short, really. It's just short-er
I knew it!
First you meet a guy.
Then you cut your gorgeous hair.
Then you suddenly can not find your keyboard!
I knew it!
Everyone! Kelly has been taken over by an alien!!! Quick somebody find a Toblerone bar and hold it under her nose. It is the only known thing to drive out the rascally guy grabbing-hair hating-no blogging aliens!
Save her please!!!! Somebody?
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