The time has come...

After much deliberation and thought and asking of opinions I finally decided to cut my hair.
For one, it was quite long and it's been left to grow since I came to college. But I liked it long, it had been a while since I'd had longer hair. And I was enjoying it.

But then it kept getting in the way, and being zipped in my jacked, and caught in everything (including seat belts and car doors grabbing and tugging) driving me crazy and it just simply had to go. I was also inspired by Greta's blog about cutting hair and her great reminder that, it is just hair. And, surprise, it will grow back if you positively can't stand the new do!

So, appointment booked and nervous to see my locks go, I entered 7 Salon , which is an experience in itself! This salon is not just any salon, it doesn't smell like a salon, nor look like one: it's huge and chic. They hand you a robe to change into, give complimentary drinks (want a latte? No problem, their in-house barista would love to whip something up for you!) Not to mention they have their own D.J.

So, 12 inches later, I feel fresh. Like this is just what I needed. Indeed, hair is just hair and it will grow again - but I feel so energized now. Like I needed that big change to get things rolling again. (And the pampering at the salon wasn't so bad either!)

Before!

After they cut off the ponytails! (http://www.locksoflove.org/)Ta-Da!