7 inches later....

For the past month or so, I have debating a HUGE idea. You know those kind of ideas that you think and think about, but are really unsure if you should do or should not do. So, you think and think about it some more. My SIL, Jessica, acted upon her idea last week. It ended up way cute!!

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.

Rashelle did a double-take.

"What?"

"I want my hair cut."

"How short?"

"As short as yours–okay, maybe a little longer."

All she said was, "Yes!"

She washed & conditioned my hair.

We went to the chair and she stood behind me. It was so funny. She said, "Oh, I am so nervous." I replied, "You’re nervous, I am scared too death."

7 inches later...my hair is cut!!

I, absolutely, LOVE it. I walked out into the waiting room–where my mom and this random lady was sitting. They both exclaimed that they loved it. Do you know what? I do, too!!! I am glad that I went 7 inches shorter.

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).