Got my hair cut today. Was funny at one point because another stylist came over about halfway through and said, "Oh wow, that looks great." It looks pretty groovy right now, but I'm reserving judgment until it gets poofy again. Yvette used a flat iron on it so she could get it all to lay straight to cut (I couldn't get it washed, see, cuz I had no way to get into the chair). Erika loves it. My next door neighbor said it looked good, but it was kind of with that tone that boys use when they know to say anything else will get them slugged. He was more enthusiastic about my out-of-character green shirt.
Yvette assured me repeatedly that when my hair goes back to its usual I-have-really-thick-and-coarse-hair poof that it will still look good. If not, there are always headbands and ponytails until it grows out. I refuse to buy a flat iron and straighten it every freaking day!
It's a lot shorter than I've had it in a very long time. When I pull it over my shoulder, it only goes halfway down my upper arm. My head is so freaking light! Yvette worked with the natural part and cut long bangs to frame my face, and the rest just angles down from that to the length. There are a few layers, too. Like I said, I'm reserving judgment until I wash it again and it gets its full poof on.
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