My deepest and sincerest apologies to those of you that have contacted me to make sure I haven't fallen off the face of the earth... I, indeed, have not become gravitationally challenged. I am still here in dear, sweet Morgan Hill and I'm finally in a place where I can start blogging again.
Today I got my haircut. Yes, it's an everyday, mundane thing but for me it always seems to be an event. Maybe that's because I only ever seem to think about getting my hair cut when it's become unmanageable... or every 8 months... which ever comes first. My hair, at its longest point, was hitting my mid-back so it was looooong and time to get all the dead ends chopped off. Little did I know just how much was going to get chopped! So I made an appointment last week with Brendan at a local salon called Dezign Salon. It's an Aveda salon which means it's a party for all of your senses while you're getting your haircut!
I showed up, pictures of hairstyles in tow, and a fairly open mind. Never did I think the words "Locks of Love" would come out of Brendan's mouth! He measured, and measured again to make sure, and when I decided that yes I was going to do this, he banded my hair. Five quick snips later and I was in a little bit of shock! As he was cutting my hair I could feel the pit of uncertainty growing as he kept cutting off more and more and more hair. When Brendan was finished I was in love!
The back looks like it's been colored, but I really only got my hair cut. The color is left over from the last time I got my hair cut and colored. I love love love my new hair and I can't wait to show it off!