Locks of Love

For a while now I've been contemplating chopping my hair but really didn't know what style I should cut it. My fear was that my rounded [rectangular] face would look chubby with a shorter style and that my thick hair would result in a 'do that would bring back my middle school nickname of 'Poof'. {Thank you Coach Steele & Tara...}

I wasn't sure at first whether or not I would be able to donate it but, after talking to my sister-in-law, we figured out that I met all of the requirements. In fact, I had an extra inch! ;) And so--ladies and gentlemen--I did it! 11 inches of my hair is patiently waiting to be shipped off to Locks of Love in Florida.

Let's be honest--I haven't figured out what I'm doing yet. I've deemed myself 'roundbrush retarded' and still find myself doing a double take when I walk past a mirror. The morning after Scott even rolled over to me and said, 'Who is this short-haired woman in my bed? My wife is gonna beat you up!' :) I suppose it is going to take a little getting used to for all of us. At least amidst my feelings of confusion and uncertainty I can feel like I did a good deed, right? Scott helps by randomly assuring me that I 'still look hot'. ha! Thanks, honey.

Now, if I could only have my cute sister-in-law here on a daily basis to style it for me....of course, I didn't get a picture of when she did it...oh well.