For almost a year now, I have grown out my hair for the wedding. It grew. And grew. AND GREW. It grew so much that I began to wonder what was going on in there! It felt so heavy and unmanageable and as if it had it's own little world merrily going about its business. And so you can better understand the way my spazzy brain works, I totally just imagined an actual hair village with little people living in it. Little hair families, with hair houses, and hair cars. Maybe a hair pet or two?......Weird? Moving on. I had complained about the long locks for a few months before the wedding because it felt like it was consuming my life. Last week it literally took 20+ minutes to dry it. When that happened I knew it was time...
Well finally the day came to where I could get it cut and let me tell you! It got CUT! I am posting a before and after pic just to give an idea. It's kind of hard to see how long it had gotten. It was about the middle of my back. NOW...well now, it's a different story. My hair barely sits above my shoulders.
I L-O-V-E it but must admit I had regretted the chop choice after the fact because I thought that Hubby wouldn't be as impressed as I was. He knew I was getting it cut but I never went into detail about how short the new 'do would be. The closer I got home that night the more nervous I became. Finally I pull up. I sit there fully knowing I could not spend all night in my car. I open the car door and put one foot on the ground. Then the next. Before I knew it I was at our front door. I slowly opened it expecting to see Eric's face change from a fresh peach tone to ghostly white in seconds..............we made eye contact. Then he spoke, "I LOVE IT!!!" I thought to myself, "Wait a second....there was no awkward silence. There was no horrified scream. He didn't give himself time to think of a compliment for a hair cut he hates. Is it possible??? He likes it. He really likes it!!!" It took me a minute to pull myself back together. As you can imagine, the stress of his hypothetical digust really took it's toll on me. Before I knew it, I was in his strong arms receiving hugs and kisses and praises of the new hair cut! And to show me how happy he was he took me to get ice cream at a fabulous little, local place called "Mrs. Curls." I knew I married him for a reason! ;-)
And now to end the suspense....I give you....PICTURES!!!