Monday, January 30, 2012

Hair cut

I seriously have no fewer than 5 drafts for this blog right now. But they are bigger issues so I'm ignoring them right now.

Got a hair cut last week. It was time. I used to always grow my hair out then chop it off and donate it. My hair grows incredibly fast so it seemed like a fairly easy way to make a small difference. Plus, I have never had a huge attachment to my hair. It's always been a fun accessory for me, a way to try new looks and just go with whatever happens from my little experiments.

My girl Chrissy hooked me up with one of her friends who was really petty amazing. She listened, laughed, and did a great job.

I don't have many pictures of it but voila! Here it is. The ponytail. That grosses me out for some reason.


When I walked into the house the kids yelled "You look like Trysten!" 9-yr-old boy was not exactly what I was going for but in hindsight I can see the resemblance.


Had our re-launch for the programs I teach at the Y this weekend. I'm still trying to figure out how to wear it when I work out and just every day. I wanted a little more rock star and less mom-ish so I'm still figuring it out.



Good times, good times.

10 comments:

Kim said...

You truly ARE a hot mom! :)

Cindy said...

You are adorable!!!! Love the hair cut!

S said...

Your hair looks awesome short!

Beth said...

Love it. Beautiful as always.

Chatter said...

Looking good pretty mama!

Andrea said...

Love it!! You are rockin that look momma!

cathy said...

I soooo love it. It's pretty rock star in my opinion.

Mama Papaya said...

I love it! You shine!

Matthew and Amanda said...

Dear Lord, are those toe shoes you are wearing?!?!? Seriously, those things freak the hell out of me. I have this compulsive need to count the toes and make sure there are only 5 instead of 6. Then I look suspiciously at the person trying to decide if they are sneaking an extra toe in one of the openings. Ahhh, I'm freaking out just thinking about it.

Love the hair and when you figure out how to look more rock star, less mom, let me know. I now own more mom jeans then non-mom jeans - you know, "for when you don't want to feel like a woman anymore." I love Tina Fey. Love.

Captain Murdock said...

JUST when I didn't think I could love you anymore, you go and do something like this.

And yes, that pony tail sitting on the table gives me the heeby jeebies like nothing else! That's the kind of thing that inspires horror films.