I have a love-hate relationship with my hair, but one thing that has been pretty consistent over the past 30 years is that I have kept it long. It occurred to me recently that the only reason I was keeping it long was so that it would look right for historical reenactment purposes. Well, I haven’t been doing that nearly as much as I had to, oh say, go to work, or look professional for other reasons. Hippie-long hair does not lend itself well to what I do for the majority of my life.
The last straw with the long hair came last weekend when I came down for breakfast and my husband joked that I looked like a religious radical. That tore it. I made an appointment with my hair stylist with no real plan in mind, just a vague idea that it needed to be shorter.
I thought I would only take off about 4-5 inches and layer it up again. In the end, when I marked off how much I thought we should take off, it came to around 7 inches. The stylist said that if I took off 8 inches, it could be donated to wigs for kids. Sure, go ahead. After tying it off, it ended up being 9 inches off.
After all was said and done, about 11 inches was cut off the length, and my hair is above my shoulders. It turned out pretty cute though. Best of all, hubby likes it!