Did I Really Just Do That?

Here I am yesterday morning:


I admit, I needed a bit of a cut -- my locks had been lacking in cuteness for quite a while. But my fabulous stylist in Salt Lake is several hours away and she takes weeks and weeks to get into. I didn't have that kind of time! It was hair threat level orange up in here.

So I made an appointment.

 I remember asking for it, I remember seeing the hair fall on the floor, and then I blacked out.

Don't let the smile fool you... she's freaking out inside.

Freaking. Out.

P.S. Have a happy birthday, yoo-oou! XOXO to my big sister Buff, whose beautiful red tresses are still securely attached to her head.