wild hair.

i cut my hair last night - on a completely (pun intended) wild hair. i originally planned to wait until i reach my next weight-loss goal, but i knew i'd be more comfortable this summer if i had it thinned and chopped.

but there seemed to be a level of miscommunication between myself at the student hairdresser. (yes, i couldn't justify a $60 haircut, so i went to the local academy, knowing that every student is under the watchful eye of his/her instructor.)

i can count on one hand the number of times in my life that i've had hair this short. let's see... when i was a baby... and right after i graduated high school.
technically, i wanted it short - it's just shorter than i actually imagined. and i reminded her that my hair curls a bit naturally, so that when it dries, it would be even shorter. but it's still very short.

so, i left, feeling like it was ok. i mostly liked it. it felt great for my hair to be light and bouncy, not thick and heavy. i went to the drugstore to buy more magic-curl-coaxing-elixir and some just-in-case barrettes, and headed home. it was at home that i decided i didn't like it anymore. it was too short to scrunch. i missed my length. i missed the curl. i cried all over matt, texted my mom, then got into the shower.

this morning, after having washed out all of the styling, and restyled it with my tried and true products, i like it much better. it's still very, very short. but i like it. (and it's curly.)

and, what the heck, it only cost me $5.95.