Since blogging is all about being narcissistic, and I know you all are waiting on pins and needles to find out boy or girl, I’ll leave you with this.
This is the length my hair gets (as it is now) when it drives me crazy. I just feel like it’s too long.
But…but…I can pull it ALL up if I need/want to (which is pretty often). Amazingly, if it’s shorter than this, it won’t all go up (yes, I have a big head…literally of course).
And, I waiver back and forth. It hasn’t been cut since May, so it’s time for a cut.
But, I hate getting my hair trimmed. I always feel like I need to do something different when I pay for a cut. I also remember that while it may look like my hair is straight. It’s not. Flat iron is seriously required. Otherwise, it’s super curly, wispy and crazy. So, high maintenance.
Of course, the other part of me says no, leave it long. It’s almost fall and it won’t be so unbearable.
So, what do I do? Cut it all off (like chin length), or just leave it and fork over the money for a trim?
(Come back later Wednesday. Here’s hoping Baby Serious cooperates and we know boy or girl!)