A Hair Story

I have a new saying that goes a little something like " once you chop, you just can't stop". After spending 3 years growing my hair out from my usual red bob, I got it cut. And loved it!! And everyone else loved it. I got compliments everywhere I went, even from strangers. But I can't rest. I've got a fever. And the only cure is the sound of scissors, slicing through my luxurious tresses. Ciao to another couple of inches. I told her that, as far as bangs go, I was feeling adventurous. Now that I've discovered I have no control over them, I'm rethinking that. And is it just me or does anyone else feel like a stiff faced citizen of Dorksville whenever they try to take a picture of themselves? Hmmm...maybe it is just me. In any case ladies and gentleman, I introduce to you the new short hair.