The Chop Before
The haircut was not a big, traumatic episode. Not at all. Actually, I had to talk the hairdresser into cutting it shorter. I didn't want any transition. No taking it easy. Just give me the chop, I said.
At first it was a little scary because the hairdresser I go to always styles my thick hair really poofy. Big and round. And that's just not me. I am a whatever-it-looks-like-in-2-minutes kind of person. Not big. Natural.
As soon as I got home I wet it down and pushed it back with my hands. Ah. Much better.
So, now I am really happy with it. It's messy, easy to handle, and won't take a gallon of shampoo to clean. That's what I'm talking about.