I always feel like I have to apologize to my hairdresser as I sit into her swivel chair. Explain how cheap I am, or how lazy I was, that I just didn’t pick up the phone, grab the car keys and get my dang hair cut. This past Saturday was my breaking point…well, I guess two Saturdays ago, really. After I felt comfortable with Ethan’s progress I looked at my hair and cringed. I was suffering from the beginnings of a mullet…and while early on I had avoided the salon by clipping it myself (yikes!) I didn’t want to chance anything this time. So I finally booked an appointment a week in advance and got that crap chopped off. And boy, what an improvement. I am now thrilled to report my hair is all one length, and I feel like I’m home free. Growing it out will now be a piece of cake I tell you! Not to mention I feel the exact opposite of frumpy.
If you are debating it, just go get your hair cut, ladies. We all deserve a good trim!
week month may feel a little weak blog-post-wise. Sometimes (and this is one of those times) it is difficult to come up with new content when not much is really happening (especially when I rely on my own photos/life to create content). Mostly, I’ve been enjoying my time with Ethan and focusing on his healing process, as I should. Though I don’t want to leave you with a ton of blog silence and lose your lovely attention, things may not be as deep around here as they could be. But I promise, when things get back to some sort of normal (i.e. Ethan can leave the house and do things with me) great posts will find their way back.