new 'do

Don't worry, friends. I did not let hell or high water (or a cold, as the case may be) keep me from getting my hair cut yesterday. After all, "get a haircut" is on the 30 Days Before 30 list. So obviously I had to do it.

I went to a new (to me) salon and stylist, Brian. Early on in the appointment he asked (in a kind and not horrified, as would have been appropriate, tone of voice) "so how long has it been since you got your hair cut?" and I responded with a quick "I don't want to talk about it" and he laughed and steered the conversation to safe territory: our pets. That's when I knew we could have the kind of stylist-customer relationship I was looking for.

Here's the not-exactly-fair before and after shots:

 Obviously my hair is curled in the "after" pic, so it's not really a fair comparison, but...there ya go. I'll fight for equality in a lot of arenas, and my own personal hair before-and-afters isn't one of them. Anyway. He had to take a few inches off the bottom, because it was scary at the bottom. I'm serious. Nightmare-worthy. 

I believe when Brian flipped me around to see the "new me," my first words were: Sweet. I don't look like I'm joining the Duggars anymore! So now you know how bad things were. (Note: Nothing against the Duggars. They seem like really cool people. Just not my personal style-idols.)

Anyways. In my post-haircut life (24 hours now, yall!) I've already curled it twice, which is approximately how many times I curled it in the preceding 12 months, for comparison's sake. In my other time, I've been busy popping Mucinex and making sure my nephew Timmy remains entertained and well-educated.

Like my new rust-colored cords? I found them yesterday at a consignment store! So exciting.

Happy pre-Thanksgiving!