Here it is, interpeeps. The front:
And the back:
The picture kind of loses the effect of the flippies, but you get the idea.
I need you to understand that this is the shortest my hair has been since 4th grade. My grandmother cut my hair when I was a kid, which meant that my hair was always short on the top, cut over the ears, and landed just at the nape of my neck. Now, if you read that closely enough, you know that what I’m describing is basically a mullet. It wasn’t strictly “all business in the front and a party in the back.” Mine wasn’t that fancy. Just plain ugly would about sum it up.
So ever since I’ve had any say-so in the styling of my hair, it’s been long long long. I grew it ridiculously long last year, had about 3 inches taken off for my sister’s wedding, then wasn’t cut again for 8 months. My poor hairdresser held the frayed, split, fried ends of my limp locks in her hand yesterday and made the “ooohhh…that’s bad….” face. I said – do whatever you want, but if you could cut it thicker that’d be great thankyouverymuch.
I love my girl. She’s completely amazing. If you’ve got the coin to drop on a fancy hair place (which I don’t, hence the 8 month haircutting hiatus) go see Amber at Joseph’s on the Square in Lawrenceville. She’s a blast, she’s amazing at the cutting of the hairs, and she shares my love of stupid Will Ferrell movies. Which, of course, is what we call a triple threat.