Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I'm weird about my hair. I don't care very much about it. I'm very low maintenance (about my hair anyway). I wash and blow dry. I cut my own bangs (poorly) in between cuts. Then, 2-3 times a year, I get inches cut off. It's usually a spur of the moment decision or whenever my hair starts to drive me nuts. Today, I just woke up wanting shorter hair. Of course, during my morning meeting, my vendor told me he liked my hair today. Nevertheless, brief ego boost aside, I went to the local chain (the fast food of hairdressers) and had them cut it all off. They always ask how I want it styled. I tell them I want it chin-length, with bangs, however way they think will look best. This provides an arra of styles but I've never had a truly bad cut either. Today, the stylist went with a layered bob. I said, fine. Below is the final product. I especially like that she didn't make it into a football helmet and hairspray it to death afterwards. It may not be my best cut, but I'm satisfied enough. Plus, it stays behind my ears which is also nice.