So, today, I acted upon my idea. I had an appointment after work with Rashelle. (Rashelle always has a different color of streak in her hear every time I go to her. It was BLUE today). She is the one that cuts my hair. Okay, she really only trims it. I get too nervous when my hair is cut more than an inch. Horrible memories come to mind. Nightmares...you get the point!!
But, today, I walked into her salon.
She said, "Are we doing a trim?"
I said, "No–let’s cut it."
Side note: I made a hair appointment for my Mom (at the same time). I needed moral support. About four weeks ago, I had about 3 inches taken off my hair. That was huge for me. So, today, was indeed a much bigger deal.
I was just thinking, 4 weeks ago, I went 3 inches shorter and now today..7 more inches--10 inches in one month. (That is probably the most daring thing I have done in quite awhile).