I feel like making a drastic change to my hair.
I’m sick and tired of pony tails and messy buns. I need new hair!
Tyler loves short hair. He keeps telling me to chop it all off. He wants it to be like this, Emma Watson:
Beautiful, but a bit more extreme than I was thinking. I had more of a funky pixie cut in mind, I guess.
I have no idea how it will look. I’m afraid I’ll look like a cancer patient. I’m afraid my big hair will mushroom and I’ll look like a walking penis, or I’ll have an afro, or I will just look ugly and awkward. I have thick wavy/curly hair. I don’t know what to do with it.
With most things in my life I employ the saying, “Go big or go home.” You know, do whatever it is you’re doing with gusto and passion…I guess I could apply that to my hair also. Take a risk…?
I’ve been pondering the idea…ok no, working up the nerve…to chop all of my hair off for awhile now. For several years.
Tyler keeps reminding me that it’s hair, it will grow back. But…sigh. I guess if I hate it I can wear hats. I do love hats.
I’ve also been wanting to get my nose pierced for a few years now. I’ve been waiting until I’m not pregnant or TTC, and that would be now!
All of these sudden changes, I promise I’m not going into the witness protection program or anything.
I’m just tired of looking/feeling like I’m 15 still. Salesmen and Jehovah’s witnesses knock on my door and ask if my mom or dad are home. Seriously! That’s happened more than once.
Time for a change…
Change is good, right?
I’m not even going to show you all a picture of my new hairs when I do it. Too scared! Bwahaha.