Twas Brillig

Thank you for your overwhelming response to my post about my hair and what to do with it! I read each of your comments and followed all of your links and was so grateful for the fun ideas and helpful tips you all gave me.

And so I will now show you the hair process. And because of the nature of this post, it will require pictures of me. WAY too many pictures of me. But I have two disclaimers first.

1. I was taking these pictures in the mirror and, therefore, couldn’t use the flash on my cheap and crappy camera. That means that the pics are quite dark and in an attempt to lighten them with MOPM (cuz I’m on a computer that doesn’t have anything fancier than that) they got all grainy and blotchy. So you don’t need to point out to me that the pics are dark, grainy, and blotchy. I KNOW that already. Sheesh.

2. When bloggers post pics of themselves, their readers tend to feel it their duty to exclaim that the blogger is gorgeous, whether or not they think so. So, I’m begging you, PLEADING with you, not to give in to that pressure. My posting pics of me is NOT my way of begging for compliments, so please. Don’t.

Okay. On with the show.

On Friday, as I was reading all of your comments, my hair looked like this:

Then, in the middle of reading your comments and IMing with some friends, I put my hair in a ponytail. And then… I sliced the pony tail off. With pinking sheers. Leaving my hair thus:

I sent the picture to a few friends, all of whom suggested I now attempt bangs.. As that had been part of the original plan anyway, I did. It… didn’t work.

(That last pic was taken the next day, post shower, revealing just how not-well I’d cut my hair. haha.) So, I did what I knew I’d end up doing all along—the next day I went to a cheapo haircutting place and had them fix it. The lady was super cute and super nice, and was trying very hard not to laugh too boisterously at me. She turned my mess into a modern-looking, fun haircut. However, when she got to my bangs, she did her best to fix them, and then suggested that I keep them pinned back for the next few weeks. Hahahaha. Well, I’m an obedient girl. Anyway, this is the end result:

So there it is. I’m still getting used to it, fiddling with it and figuring it out. And I love that it’s still long enough that I can pull it back into a mini-pony tail on those mornings that I have to get kiddos to school and I’m running late. Thanks for all the suggestions. You’ll notice that I actually incorporated a LOT of your ideas.

And many of you have been worried about Hubby through all of this, understandably. Fortunately, Brian is SO used to my crazy “emotional hair-cutting” (as Jenn in Holland called it) that he wasn’t phased at all. And he showered me with compliments, because he’s a doll like that.

And this, Gentle Readers, is the END of my lengthy posts about my hair. I promise!