One thing about having teenage daughters is that they are more than willing to share their opinion. I knew it needed to be done but they pushed me to do it.
I was in need of a haircut. According to the girls, I needed a style, not just a haircut. I knew it but sometimes taking that big step can be hard. My hair style hasn't changed much over the years. A little shorter. A little longer. A few more layers. That's it. No more. I took the plunge. Here's a little peek for those of you that I know would ask to see it.
I said good-bye to a lot of hair tonight. At least 4 inches; probably more than that in the back since it's stacked. I wasn't nervous though. It's just hair. It will grow back if I decide I don't like it. Give me a couple of days and I'll let you know. The girls gave it the stamp of approval. Well, at least the one that is more opinionated about how I look gave it the ok. Next thing on the list is a color. I'm getting more greys than I care to admit. It's not pretty. I want to be a little lighter, a little brighter.