Under the Knife, (I Mean Scissors)

Monday I went for a haircut.

I was super excited about it. I'm not sure if everyone gets so excited to get their hair done but I do. I think it's probably just the hope that I'm going to look SOOOOO much better when I leave.

My hair has gotten really long in the last couple of years. Maybe that's what happiness does to it, I can't explain it.

Todd said to me before we got married: "You're not going to cut your hair as soon as we get married are you?"

He really likes it long. I know this. I have wanted to cut it above my shoulders for a year now, but have not because of him. He is not the boss of me, but I do respect his opinion. As some of you might remember, when I met and married him, he buzzed his hair. He keeps his hair longer now, and I love it. He does it mostly for me.

I wanted to keep it longer for him, but I absolutely hated it. It was too much to deal with. With the baby in it all the time, and the time it took to do, I never felt like it looked that good anyway. I went to the salon seeking a compromise: No Victoria Beckham, but also no polygamist hair.

Here is the result.



It might not look short to you, but she cut off around 5 inches.

Todd does'nt like it. Well he says it's ok, but he misses my looooong hair.

I know guys generally like long hair rather than short. I don't really understand it, but I know it's true. I was sad when I saw his expression. Obviously I wanted him to think it was fabulous. I guess it will grow on us. For now I like it, and it's easier to do. Hopefully he'll learn to like it.