I cut my hair last week. Nothing too drastic. Just a couple of inches snipped off so that my hair grazes my shoulders now, instead of flowing past it with little deference to at least making me look decent. The thing is… The thing is I don’t think I’ve cut my hair this short, not for years and years. I always like it long and flowy. Never mind that it will never be a candidate for a commercial . It’s just there, free and disheveled and couldn’t care less.
“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.”
― Coco Chanel
Am I transitioning into a new phase in my life? Wait. My magic crystal ball says, “I’ll be damned if I know. Now drink your iron supplement!” Actually, I didn’t cut it for any emotional reason. It’s just that it’s really, really, REALLY hot over here and my hair feels like it’s weighing me down. Plus, I wanted to cut off as much colored hair as I can so that my natural color is now mostly there. Ooohh… Wait. I think I’m having an epiphany! A hair epiphany!
They say a picture says a thousand words. Well, these pictures better speak millions of volumes!
Have you guessed yet what my epiphany is? 😉