This is kind of a big deal. I've had long-ish hair for like... 13 years. Then, in a stroke of madness (or maybe just a stroke), I agreed to let my hairdresser friend cut off most all of my hair. It was a mildly impulsive decision, and I'm not really an impulsive person, unless it come to buying shoes. (Also, I regret the stroke joke. Strokes are no laughing matter. That being said, I'm still posting it.)
Anyway, I tried out one of those websites that "helps" you "visualize" the "haircut" of your "choice." Those words are in quotations, because, as you can see from the following picture, the end product was FAR from the desired look.
Yeah. Take that in. Brilliant, I know.
Anyway, I turned to a slightly more realistic option: baby Kaarin. I had short hair when I was a baby, and I was super cute then, so what could go wrong? (Yes, I am being oh-so-full of myself. And I have every right to. I was a darn cute baby.)
Unnaturally adorable, right? I thought so. Anyway, I went on the with the hair-cutting. I ended up having enough hair to donate, which was very cool and good Samaritan-y of me. (I'm gloating again.)
Why yes, I have had a few vodka cranberries. Why do you ask?
This is was the "day after haircut" style, and the humidity on that hike was not so kind to my new hair.
Anyway, I think I like it. At the moment it looks like I'm 45 and trying to hold on to my youth by styling my hair to resemble a mushroom, but I think I am rocking it.
Who knew I could write an entire post about my hair?! Yikes.
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