I'd been talking about a hair cut for months. I wanted to try a local hair dresser that moved into the neighborhood a few years ago. He looked legit and even a little fancy and was more affordable than my previous hairdresser. And he was so close. I could walk there. Perfect. I finally made the appointment and yesterday was the day.
The last few times I had grown my hair out I donated it to Locks of Love. I was a little short of their 10 inch requirement this time, but felt I needed to get it cut anyway, I couldn't wait any longer.
I have never had anyone tell me I had damaged hair, I've always been complimented on how healthy it is/was. Well, post baby hair was not in prime condition. He combed through it and said, "See here, this is all damaged" and pointed to the last six inches of my hair. I almost started tearing up, but then realized, this is exactly why I was here. It wasn't even worthy of being donated. Cut it off!
I had one request, that it be long enough for a pony tail, because let's face it, this momma still doesn't have time to actually do her hair on an any-day-of-the-week basis. I love it!