My hair was finally down to my shoulder blades (maybe 3 or 4 inches past my shoulders), but I decided to wack it off again. (Now I wish I hadn't , but oh well it'll grow back.)
We added some blonde and red highlights too.
Ignore the tired face and the dirty t-shirt.
I thought it was different. Cute. I will get used to it and in fact I really quite liked it until.....
This morning, It was my turn to style it.
Why? Oh why, can't I ever get my hair to look like it does right after the hair dresser finishes with me?
I can never get the cute little flippy things to flip right. I look like and idiot.
I feel like this doing this:
Let's hope tomorrow is better.