Or, really, hair in really crappy looking layers until last Friday, and now it is cropped and as short as I've had it in years:
I'm liking it - the only thing I told the hairdresser (my new one, Shelly) is that I wanted to be able to pull it back in a ponytail, even a really, really short one was fine. So I can do that, and I'm rid of the layers-- it's a win-win.
I knew it was time to lose the layers when I fixed it last weekend in St. Louis, and kind of flipped up the layers on the ends, since there were SO many layers.
The husband said, "you've kinda got that Florence Henderson flip goin' on" -- what?? Hello? He backpedaled, saying that he always thought she was the hot mom when he was young, but it didn't fix things. I don't care if she was cute back in the 70s, no woman wants to be told she's got hair like the mom in the Brady Bunch!!
He was much smarter with this new cut, and kept it simple, saying I looked beautiful and he likes my hair any way that I want to wear it. Good answer, honey.
We're getting ready for our trip to Boston, and the week will be filled with laundry, packing, Jace's last two baseball games, the gym, getting the dog/house sitter set up, and all the last minute things. Whew! Happy Monday!