I cut my hair. Nine inches!
Wicked Salon in St. Petersburg made it happen. Now I'm pleased as a goat with a bowl of tasty paper. Say it with me, ladies. FIVE MINUTES IN THE MORNING.
Reactions have ranged from women clapping in abject glee as I walk down the halls at work, to guys going, "snort, sniff, shrug." But I love it, and it's inspiring me to do 1960s Twiggy eyeliner all the time, which is fun. Plus, Stuart the dog still recognizes me, and that's all that really matters.
Once again, thanks to my common law bro, Pete, for the pics. I'm gonna take advantage of his photography talents at all times. That's my springtime resolution.
I have one problem now, though. How to whip my hair back and forth?