Or rather, someone else, namely, the hair stylist, did. (Good gracious that sentence had a lot of of commas) Anyway, yes, I got my hair chopped off rather nicely around midday.
For the past few years my hair has been medium length, kinda wavy, nothing special. It could be cute, it could be a real pain. I could do cool things with it sometimes, but usually it lay down because me + my hair in interesting styles tends to be disastrous.
My hair was getting to the point where it was too long for me, it was starting to look gross, become harder to train to stay in place (not that it was ever easy...) all the layers became drastically different lengths, the split ends were piling up, so I made my mother drive me down to SuperCuts.
This is how my hair looked a couple weeks ago on the Saddleback trip:
Blahhh. I needed something short, cute, and funky. So, I took a risk, chopped of 6-8 inches of hair, put in a ton of choppy layers, changed my part to the side and came out with a new, fresh, springy look.
Cute, yes? I <3 it. I haven't had my hair this short since...um...second grade. That, my friends, is a long time. At my brother's honors band concert this afternoon Lucy was exclaiming how much she loved it...because it made us look even more alike. (People are ALWAYS mixing us up for some reason...) Other people, like my friend Isabella, are going to be horrified when I walk into school on Monday. (Isabella specifically said to me yesterday 'DO NOT CUT YOUR HAIR' Sorry Bella....) All in all, it's been a pretty good day :)