Yesterday, P and I had a very overdue appointment for a haircut. I lopped mine off, but we don’t think it’s long enough to donate to Locks of Love; I’ll send it anyway. It’s probably just an inch too small.
No curls this time, but it’s got those duck tails that I hated as a child. Now, it’s not so bad.
The part I can’t stand about short hair is how thick and wavy mine is – when it’s short, it poofs. Seriously poofs. Like a marshmallow is wrapped around my noggin. I have a feeling I’ll have to put some sort of product in to keep it tame.
