Yes, I know. You can hardly contain your excitement.
This was my hair last Spring. (Love it here.)
The problem with me having long hair is that it rarely looks like the picture above. Instead it usually looks like this. (Yes, that's a frizzy ponytail. I have no idea why I look so angry . . . I'm not.)
My sister (a.ka. the hairdresser woman) gripes about the fact that my hair is always in a ponytail. And given that it's incredibly thick, the closer we get to summer the more I pull it up. Which led me to chop it off in June.
And in July (I really like it here too).
And in August.
I'm sure you're seeing a trend at this point. And usually this is what I do. I grow it out for months, and then cut it off. But I can't leave well enough alone, so I cut it more . . . and more . . . and more. Now I'm back to this point.
fabulous picture this morning (round face, glasses, overall awful picture). (You should know, the kids aren't here yet. Don't worry I'm not falling down on the job.)
Anyway, I'm once again growing it out. Why? I miss my frizzy ponytail. It's a vicious cycle this growing it out and chopping it off. But I can't stop myself. Maybe I need an intervention.
Note: I don't make a habit of taking tons of pictures of myself. The only reason I took these was to see what my hair looked like to other people. I'm completely normal that way.