Here we go. Thank you all for indulging my need for drama over haircuts. I appreciated the input, and last Tuesday, I just went for it. There is a wonderful girl in the other ward here in South Bend who will come to your house and cut your hair. Can you believe it? Is that service or what? And because I can never do anything all by myself, I invited two friends who had expressed interest in also getting their hair cut to join me. Here I am, as the Holder of the Babies, while Kelly got her hair cut.
Here is Kelly, with Chantel cutting her hair. I think the two side buns look is a good one for you, Kelly. Somehow I didn't get a picture of her finished product, but she looked stunning for her Thanksgiving trip to Seattle.
Here I am, with my hair all bundled to be chopped for Locks of Love. You know, it's a strange feeling every time they cut off my ponytail and lay it on the counter next to me. Almost like my arm is lying there (without the pain, of course). Very strange.
Here she is, finishing things up. Chantel was willing to use a blow dryer and a flat iron to do my hair. I am willing to comb it and style it with a little product. I think I may even like how I do it better. Then Tracy got her hair cut. Here she is before. Here she is during. Tracy went for a chin length bob with a-line layers. Very cute, but again, somehow I missed the finished product.
And to show my lack of pride, I am posting these pictures of how I look after I style my hair.
Now, I'm always willing to give any haircut a shot. Hair grows back, and really, what difference does it make? However, I think I will like this cut better when my bangs are a little longer, and when it stays better in position like my muse, Jesse Kelly-Landes. I especially like that little "flip" thing her sideburns do. Nothing a month of grow out can't help, right?