So, over a year ago I obsessed about whether or not to cut my hair. Deep stuff. Well, almost exactly a year later I delved into the hair cutting again.
At times I just wanted to chop it all off, and at others times, I never wanted to part with my hair. In the words of my niece, who, when her mother attempted to potty train her, just yelled, "Never! Never! Never! Never!" I mean, if the Duchess of Cambridge can have the same hairstyle for years and years, why not me?
So, I decided to let the hair stylist lady decide. I set up an appointment and told her, I could trim it, or my friend Lauren (Who actually told me about said stylist in the first place) had been encouraging me to go for it and cut it all off!
At this point, she cut me off. "You can tell Lauren I am never cutting your Pocahontas hair!"
Which is surprising, because I generally think hairstylists like to do dramatic short cuts. But apparently, my hair is that amazing.
Also, I'm conflicted, because I think I should be a little offended about the Pocahontas comment. But, she had magic hair. In a slight breeze her hair would fly about without ever tangling.
