Bye bye, Ponytail.

One day in April, a stranger asked me if I was growing my hair out so I could donate it.  This got me thinking, and I realized I had to confront the fact that the Rapunzel look probably wasn't working for me anymore.  I don't like to fuss with my hair  (or much of anything else, for that matter), so long hair has been easier for me.  Get up in the morning, run a brush through it, put it up into a ponytail, and call it a day.  No bedhead, no fuss, no muss.

Last week, I had one of those mornings when I looked in the mirror and I almost didn't recognize the person I saw there.  She had frizzy long hair, greying in streaks (which is okay with me, BTW), and I didn't really notice her lovely brown eyes.  THAT was my 'ah ha' moment ... and I made an appointment to take care of the problem.

Donate my hair?  Of course I did!  I had more than enough to spare.

I tried to convince my hairdresser (who has seen me through long and short and everything in between in the many years we have known each other) to razor cut it pixie short, but she protested.  We compromised on a chin-length layer cut with short bangs ... which makes my grey streaks look pretty cool, if I do say so myself.

We didn't take any dramatic 'After' photos at the salon.  Here's one I just snapped just now ... not the best, but you get the idea.

Notice Ruby snoozing in her usual spot.

This new cut is super easy to take care of.  All of that curl and wave is my own, free to be fun and fluffy since it's been released from the weight of an extra foot of length.  All it takes is a tiny bit of gel and a couple of minutes with the hairdryer, and I'm good to go. 

I still think I may want to go shorter, but I'll live with this for a month or so to see if I change my mind.

When I got up this morning, I had a technicolor case of bed head ... and I didn't mind at all.