So the other day I decided put on my big girl panties and go to the salon.
You've got to understand that I haven't cut my hair, not even ONCE, since I chopped it all off over 1.5 years ago.
Super unhealthy. I know.
And for memories sake I went to the same fantastic gentleman, Twix @ Shep Studio...
p.s. he's fantastic!
...who who did the cut way back in 2012.
So he see's me and kinda remembers me. Ya know, time has passed and such.
I remind him of our past, and then he looks at me in shock and says,
"You mean to tell me that this is the SAME haircut I gave you 18 months and 12 inches ago??!!"
You have better believe it is!
He wasn't super happy about that, though I don't think any stylist would be...
And although I went in there having made the big and bad decision to pixie the crap out of my hair, my inner daddy's girl convinced my brain that Papa wouldn't love me anymore if I chopped chopped the locks.
So I chickened out last minute and when with The Bang.
And I'm pretty sure I'm a spy now.
And Zooey Deschannel, which I will always aspire to be.
In other news, the winner of the Blue Nile giveaway is...