My hair had gotten long. Long. Too long. I tend to get Ouidad haircuts (they respect the curl), but they're ridiculously expensive, which means I get them done once a year. But I couldn't wait until December to have my hair cut. See below.
When she was in town, my mom cut off about six inches, which is exactly what I wanted: the perfect length! Thank you, mom! But in Charleston's humidity, it started to become triangular:
Maybe not the best look. Short, but...um...I was tempted to go back to the ponytail. So last night I pressured and pressured Claire to nuance my hair. She was incredibly reluctant, recognizing that the stakes were high. What if she chopped too much off? What if I ended up with bald spots? How long will it take those to grow out?
We looked online, though, as all wise hairstylists do, and we found a site that demonstrated how to do layering (it was on Claire's computer, so I can't offer the link here--it took us a long time to find it). Claire felt that she could do that.
We set up a haircutting zone in her bedroom. Claire stood behind me with the scissors. Nina sat on the bed, examining the process.
Claire cut. "Nope, still triangular," Nina would say. Claire cut some more. Nina continued to reject.
And then we got to the magic layered look:
Even Nina approved! Not triangular!
And after washing my hair and slathering it with styling lotion/super powerful gel/whatever the hell it is I put in my hair, here's how it looks:
Fabulous, right? A mass of gorgeous, short curls. I am ready for my professional photo to be updated.
Now it's your turn to tell me how great I look.