want to touch the hiney
Uuumm, so yesterday I totally hacked into my hair. I was just sitting downstairs drinking my tea and chatting with my husband and the thought came into my head "you should cut your hair today." Right as the thought came to me I said aloud, in a very assertive but nonchalant way, almost as if I had decided I will drink green tea today instead of earl gray, "I think I am going to go up and cut my hair right now." My husband, accustomed to this type of calm impulsiveness ("I am going to dye my hair blonde." "Oh ya, I cut my bangs last night at midnight." "I think I need to have a bob."), just shrugged his shoulders, "Okay." There is nothing he could say to stop me anyway. I walked straight up to the bathroom, grabbed my scissors and the back of my hair and just cut. All off. Well, not ALL off. I still have what most would consider "Longish" hair. Its medium length, like a length you try to wait through while you are growing your hair out. But seriously, my hair was feeling gross. It was all stringy and dry for like the entire bottom half, and it just had to go. Have no problem letting go of unhealthy baggage. Goodbye. Then I kept cutting. And cutting. and hacking. Hence, a hat. Its not THAT bad, in fact once my heart becomes accustomed to it I am sure it will be totally fine.
This whole experience has taught me that my brain sometimes knows what is best for me and has to just take over my body, muffle my heart momentarily (I had been wanting long hair for SO long) and just get shit done. Let the heart deal with the aftermath "I mean seriously heart, you know it needed to be done. You had been ignoring the signs for weeks. It was no good for you, a burden, a menace, a rats nest every morning. You are healthier than that." "Ya, I know brain. I just wish you would have consulted me. You know how much I loved the way I could almost bend backward and touch the hiney with it." "Um, ya great novelty circus act heart, not the best reason for keeping long hair though." "ya, I guess you're right. whateves, hair grows."
Hat (perhaps a semi permanent fixture): husbands from Banana Republic
Jeans: Express I think, or limited, thrifted
p.s. Yes, I had a cardboard cut out of Adam Sandler when I was a teenager that I may or may not have made out with. He was my fantasy lover. Now you know. and knowing is half the battle.