Haircuts

I got my haircut this week.  Yes, it's been almost 5 months since my last.  After a string of bad cuts, I think I've become wary of haircuts.  Since the upside down mullet of '09 (worst haircut ever) it's gone all down hill.  We have the "one really short side" cut of '10 and of course the "stray super short front layers" cut of '11.  It's been some bad hair months, ok years.  bah. 

After a string of haircutters (or as Heber would say, stylists) at salons dotting the west and east coast, I've become wary of having to get my hair done.  (Can you blame me?  She gave me an upside down mullet, it's unforgivable.)  No longer, is it something to look forward to.  Especially now that instead of getting a bad cut for $35 I get to pay $65 in the VA.  It's an extra kick to the gut.
 
I thought haircuts were supposed to be something to give you a boost.  You go in completely scraggly and suddenly you emerge with shiny hair that actually lays where it's supposed to.  But alas, I have been many times disappointed.  

So, I put on my brave face and went for another cut.  Jamie, my good friend, watched my Leo while I went to get it cut (left for the FIRST time.  No, I did not feel a little sad leaving him.  Ok, just a little.)  I got it cut by Leo (ironically) and I think I'm liking it.  Perhaps the string of bad cuts has been broken.  I'm going to give it a few days before settling on a verdict at least it's not epically bad. 

Moments of Insanity

So, I think I may have gone a little crazy and done something drastic. I don't know what came over me.

I went from this...


To this.


I cut my hair off. All of it. It has never been this short. I wanted a change and I think I'm liking it, so far.