It's. All. Gone!

I did it. I finally cut all my hair off. Not just a trim. Not just a little off the ends. I'm talking 8-12 inches off (the back is shorter than the front so it was probably close to a foot I lost in the back). Wowzers. I feel a little light headed and I'm not sure if it's from being in shock, the weight I've lost off my head or from the two pink O-Henry bars I had at Shenanigans with Laena after the hair cut.

I love love love the cut. Ask me again on Monday morning when I'm trying to do my hair for work and I may feel differently. Because, honestly, who can re-create what the salon does? But I did get Lindsay (my fabulous hair stylist) to layer it so that I can scrunch my hair into curls. You wouldn't know it by looking at me, but there are a ton of curls hiding within the masses just itching to be let out.

And now I'm going to lay down for a nap because I have a headache. What is it about Saturdays that give me a headache? I'm just hoping it doesn't turn into another migraine. But if I have to go to the hospital again, at least I'll look fabulous doing it!

Just a refresher of how long my hair was (taken two weeks ago)





















Me this morning




















One last look at the length




















Lindsay making the first few cuts




















This was only beginning of the mounds of hair that were left on the floor...two years worth of growth!


















No turning back now!


















Wild, one of the salon kitties, checking out my hair
















Lindsay, working her magic.















How cool is that to have kitties just lounging around in the salon? Love it!
















The other kitty (I can't remember her name) having a nap in the sunny window

















Still smiling!



















Trimming it up




















The final few touches

















Voila! There is no chance for a pony tail anymore!