This is a picture of Sabrina and I gussied up to go to her cheerleading banquet Sunday night.
And this is a picture of my hair after a blissful 2 hours of salon time.
- I don't get my hair cut very often ($$$), so when I do, I have my stylist (whom I have known since I was 14 and who knows my hair better than I do, and it's my head) trim it ever so slightly shorter than I would like it to be. My hair grows incredibly fast, and if I didn't give myself this extra trim, I'd be whining that my hair is too long again 2 weeks later.
- Speaking of 2 weeks, I have learned to give myself a 2 week buffer before I can truly decide if I dislike a 'do. I no longer accept what I see as soon as the cut is finished because I haven't a single prayer of making it look the same way on my own (good or bad), so I have to play with it for awhile before I really know. It took me a looooooooong time and a lot of frustration to figure this out, but you don't have to. There you go.
- She used mousse and a round brush, but not flat iron. This accounts for the current mushroom-ness of the 'do.
- Photography is not one of Chris's strong suits.
Overall, I'm happy, I desperately needed some of the heavy bulk to go away and to break up some of the, I don't know, solidness of the look. It's a little soccer momish, but I'll work on it. Or I'll take myself to Ulta and spend an obscene amount of money.