It is so hot here in Roswell. It is a different kind of heat. We have been blessed with just a little bit of rain recently. (By just a little bit, I mean, enough to make it stinkin' HUMID.) Humidity is something we're not used to. I hate hot & humid. Not only do I hate it but it does a number on my headaches. (That's a whole other blog). So anyway, back to hot and humid. I was sweating buckets the other day (for those of you that said "gross", good because I did too). My hair constantly stays pulled up. Well, one day it was down (and I have no earthly reason as to why) and I got to looking at the ends. I promised myself when I got paid I would go get my hair trimmed.
Can you see where this is going? Well, shhh...don't spoil it for me. Anyway, the day before my appointment I had a discussion with Amber that I should cut my hair short again. I dismissed it and went to my appointment the next day. At that appointment Tasha cut off about 2 inches, fixed my bangs and touched up my layers. I mentioned to her that I had thought about cutting off my hair. She told me that if I ever got ready to call her.
On Friday I went out with some friends (including Karen - which is another post too. You know, I really should be blogging more). There was a big discussion about me cutting my hair. I don't know how it came up but it was discussed.
I think it was Monday that I finally decided to do it. I spent Monday night looking at pictures and deciding what style I wanted.
Then today at 2:30 I went to see Tasha. Here is the before:
And here is the during...
I wish that mat wasn't black so you could really see how much hair it was.
I guess you wanna see the after? Ok:
I know Mom, my bangs! I have to train them!